Waking up to the lazy winter sun,
perched on a tree sings a lark;
Lives seem indolent and lethargic,
snow falls softly while the day is still dark.

Covered in a sea of hazy mist,
lies a mountain range far away;
Slippery snowy slopes seem inviting,
now that gone are the days of May.

The grass covered in divine snow
completes the winter fantasy land;
Life seems to have collided with a book
where the scenery is fanciful and grand.

Slowly as the Sun begins to shine,
the snow completely ceases to fall;
The children make their way outside
to enjoy their day and the snowfall.

Enveloped in a blanket of white,
frozen solid now is the great lake;
Children drag their sleighs and
on it intend to skate.

Looking outside the window I sigh
to be part of this yearly I strive.
As music fills my home I wait
for the fireplace to come alive.

Pines laden with last night’s snow
look majestically, princely tall.
These are a few of my favourite things
for which I await every winter, every fall.

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