~ A Cold Winter Day ~

The north wind is blowing the snow
The birds are gone in the barn
Not a sign of a furry creature anywhere
They're all safe from winter's harm

The snow has drifted so high
That the roads are all covered o'er
It's a spectacular view, from the inside
But I dare not open my door

It's old man winter himself
Making a demanding call
Sending his wind and snow
Just where he wants it to fall

He has no regard for anything else
It's his time to create the scene
Tho' ever so pretty it looks
That old man can get mean

So be careful as you admire
The things he always brings
It's best that we stay close inside
And wait with patience 'til spring

Betty Hill © 2005