Shades Of Winter Poem by chris spurrell

The trees are all bare, there, s a chill in the air
The bright winter moon has a ghostly glow
As the slow evening mists roll into the valley below.
Distant trees show darkly through the mists
But a heavy hoar frost will whiten their branches.
And define all the spider webs hanging around
Into beautiful and natural art.
Frost on your windows make wonderful patterns
It's nature at work thats how it happens.
A bitter east wind blows across the lake
Which soon will be frozen enough to skate.
Soon the snow will cover the ground
And a golden silence will lay all around
The holly bush blooming with berries so red
Contrast's with the mistletoe on it's apple bed
The bright red robin is perched high on a branch
Puffs out his red chest and starts to dance
He's hoping some crumbs will come his way
On this bright and beautiful winter's day.