
WINTER’S TOUCH…

Poetry, lyrics and other words…
Fresh fallen snow
On the treetop boughs
Heavy-laden limbs
Of Mother Nature – arouse
A lone male Cardinal
Such beauty in red
Sits upon a limb
Snowflakes on his head
A judder, a shake, a didder and jolt
And off flies the bird
Shot like a bolt
Only to return
His mate in tow
Beautiful together
In the fresh fallen snow
Hey, little snowflake
Floating to the ground
Along comes the wind
And tosses you around
Back into the air
Swirling to and fro
Until you finally make it down
And become the status quo