Winter Is On The Way Poem by Phil Soar

The frost casts its bitterness on freezing glass
And coats the grass with the thinnest filter of white
The crisp nature of the web it casts is underfoot
And the morning has a cold glow that warms the heart

The view across the stream that weaves is highlighted
As through an ice covered countryside it passes by
And your breath filters the cold and exhales the chill
Whilst the morning sun welcomes the dawn and wakes us

Not quite the depths of winter, but it's not far away
Our morning stroll takes on a new meaning
But the dogs do not notice, and romp along together
And we smile as our breath seems to hang in the air.