White Magic Poem by Frederick Nellist

Snowflakes falling gently from the sky
Caressing my face as they go drifting by
Painting a white blanket upon the ground
Miracles performed not making a sound

Wild life decides it is time to sleep
Hibernating in burrows so dark and deep
Bees safely slumber in their honey hives
With sweet offerings when spring arrives.

The winter season has not come to stay
It's just mother nature having her way
Inviting icy threats to play their part
The landscape becomes a fine work of art.

The days are short with fast ebbing glade
Icicles like soldiers formed up on parade
Mountains and dales are silvery fleeced
The Indian summer has long since ceased.

Where then is your sting, your winter woe?
Laughing children are making men with snow
Your invitation beckons us from the hills
To kids riding sledges, enjoying the thrills.

You bring forth winds blowing cold and raw
And hailstones descending in sizes galore
Spreading alarm when you huff and blow
To be honest winter, I don't want you to go.