Winter Time
by Bernard Howe

During this cold time of year,
Flowers and leaves, begin to disappear.
The fire burns, in the old fireplace,
And cold winds blow, and cut at our face.

We sit around, with a warm cup of coco,
Hoping that this year, won't drive us loco.
Skating down,to the neighborhood pond,
With our friends, we develop a bond.

Ice feathers are seen, in our windows of frost,
Like beautiful paintings, their all embossed.
Mother Nature has a beautiful style,
Everything she does can bring us a smile.

While old man winter, can be very hostile,
Some of his work, can also be worthwhile.
For winter sports, it is so much fun,
And the snow shines bright, under the sun.

But also during this time of year,
People seem to have more cheer.
With gifts to give, and friends to greet,
Love for mankind, seems to be more complete.

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