Poetry for Winter
Winter heralds cold and sure,
snow capped, ice clad, we endure
sharp Atlantic gales.
Worked upon a violet night,
frost white webs sparkle bright
on the waking day.
Meandering smoke in sooty dogs,
the crack of axe on seasoned logs
to bring on flaming fire.
Scarlet robin, songs of faith,
cinnamon toast, fantastical wraith
tell of things to come.
A season of hope for all mankind,
Uplifted hearts and minds entwined
goodwill to all men.