Snow Poem by B.J. Ayers

As the first movie, no color to see

Beauty of sunrise now filtered away

Chill in the air, temperature drops

Trees sway slightly, nature's rocking chair

Flakes of white falling from above

Swaying in wind, individually shaped

Floating downward, peacefully seen

Layers of white, resting on bare limbs

Carpet of white, covering the ground

Individually falling, downward they come,

Lying together, under and above,

Deeper and Deeper, covering all

A coat for nature to wear with pride

Winter has come, a change of seasons

To display its beauty, of black and white

Nature has its way, Seasons created

Seasons of color individually they come

A painting for each, a reason for each