Winter Of Content Poem by Peter Hall

As I walk along the footpath
The ice cracks under my sole
The windchill cools the ears
And reddens up my nose.

The Winter Sun looks warm
But passers by just moan
As I enjoy the freshness
And view of shining snow.

The winter solstice approaches
Means Christmas lights to come
Against the constant darkness
And smiling Christmas fun.

Coats and gloves and beanies
Keep the body warm
Prolific defence available
Protects from winter storms.

Many regret December
And it's weather that is sent
But life's just a different colour
In the winter of content.