My heart is heavy, my thoughts many.
Outside the winds blow, the air is cold.
It's cozy near the fireplace,it warms the bones.
Christmas is near, the tree is trimmed.
Stockings hang over the fireplace.
Outside the trees are nude except for the pine.
The snow birds searches for food.
The squirrel is in hiding with it's acorns and nuts.
The deer moves through the thicket of the woods,
As hunters hunt them as game.
They seek refuse from the snow and cold winds.
The green tunes forgery to brown.
Father winter puts the earth to sleep,
With a blanket of snowflakes.
Dark clouds linger overhead as cool winds blow.
Across the fields flowers have died,
In wait of springs songs.