Thoughts Of Winter Poem by John A. Hancock

The winter wind outside howls a lonely song
The chimney plays a mournful sound
Snow flying in a frenzied fashion till
It lays peacefully upon the frozen ground
The winter panes are frost'd o'er
Each little square paint'd an icy white
The storm wields its tempest fury
While snowdrifts rise slowly thru the night
The barren trees ars clothed with sleeves of white
Christmas lights are all aglow
The festive season now has begun
Brought to life by the swirling December snow