Winter Days Poem by Phil Soar

The colder the days, the darker nights
Winter is around
The icy chill, the frosty hill
The hardness of the ground
The crunch as you walk upon the grass
The slipping, sliding, ice
And the welcome sound of a robins song
All make this season nice

I love the crisp wild mornings
The haze, as darkness fades
The leaves that lie on the woodland floor
All different autumn shades
The yellow and gold, the Red and brown
All scattered through the trees
The chill of the air on a breeze filled wind
Almost brings me to my knees

To be out in our warm winter clothing
To walk with a feeling of glow
To see the all our world as a wonderful place
To go where some folk never go
It all makes the days seem abundant
And the seasons as they come and go
Will never be lost or redundant
And forever will put on a show