For a child, a snowy winter’s day
brings great delight and the promise of play
To open the curtains to a blanket of white
is always a thrilling and beautiful sight
The crunch that is made by wellington boots
As snug as a bug in a scarf and snow suit
Slipping and sliding on the walk up to school
And then after, the snowball fights, all in, no rules
When mittens are sodden and fingers are frozen
back home for hot chocolate to thaw out cold noses
Once grown, there remains the joy and the thrill
But also concerns about ice and the chill
There are paths that need gritting and black ice on roads
and journeys to work in the ice and the snow
Elderly people to keep safe and warm
and children to watch as they play and have fun
Store cupboards to fill just in case you’re snowed in
and fuel to buy to fill up the coal bin
With wood to collect and bird feeders to fill
We sometimes forget just to stop and be still
The feeling’s still there on that cold icy morning
When the world is a christmas card, frost is adorning
The hillsides are glistening with a dusting of white
and the trees are all frozen, bark sparkling bright
As I walk down the lane there’s a satisfying crunch
and the robins are searching for grubs for their lunch
See the glint of the sun in the late afternoon
as it casts its long shadows, making way for the moon
Freezing fog hangs in valleys as day turns to night,
for the beauty of winter is a breathtaking sight
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