Poem By: Me :)

Cold and mist are in the air,
Frost and wind fly everywhere,
My nose is red, 
My lips turn blue,
Warm rays of shining sun are few,

Some light is there, 
But not so bright,
Not hot as it was one Summer night,
The clouds move quickly,
Thin and swift,
Some small white dots begin to drift,

They fall in thousands,
One by one,
The warmth of light and air they shun,
Traveling quickly,
They float to earth,
The face of Winter makes its birth,

The freezing comes,
The ice turns thick,
The temperature drops so hard and quick,
All heat runs far,
Cold steals the scene,
And warmth is just a sharp "has been"

Yet although the seasons come and go,
Flowers and sunlight turn to snow,
If bright green leaves then fall to die,
When blue turns gray; light leaves the sky,

All grass turns brown,
All life is still,
Mother Nature acts upon her will,


Then Winter comes,
But it won't stay,
The buds of Spring are on they're way...