Winter whispers, softly speaks
Of frozen ponds and icy creeks
Glistens, graciously aware
Of nature’s perfect tender care.
She sings her chilly lullaby,
With icicles and snowy dew
She clouds them in her misty hue.
Beckons those from wooded trees
Bears and rabbits, birds and bees
Slumber now in restful bliss
She offers each a tender kiss.
Photo: Rod's Winter Photos