Winter Poem by Jim O'Donnell

The leaves have started turning
The sun is getting low
Winter it is coming, ever so slow
The shadows getting longer

The days are shorter still
The birds are singing later
With there early morning trill
To hear that morning corus always gives a thrill

Soon the snow is coming
From the distant hills
The last flowers petals fading
From the morning chill

Frost upon the windows
Getting crisp upon ground
Spring will be here soon enough
So why do people frown

02 10 2009
Chellaston