Winter Snow Poem by Daniel Miltz

O' the weather is cold, the ground is hard
Flurries gently falling, flying soundless
Packed snow, endless amounts, in pristine yard
The whistle of swirling wind, so wondrous

White clouds over my house cover the sky
Taking the time to quietly listen
Tis' as the snows drifts lazily on by
Evening serenade of airstream glisten

Wind, snow gently cutting, through, my bare trees
Big soft flakes, randomly, taking its place
Cold air bites, nips through escalating breeze
Whilst' looking up in sky, land on my face

© daniel miltz