Now finally the promised snow falls down.

Long threatened by the vaunted weather men;

As heavy flakes obscure the waiting town,

And all the trees are draped in white again.

Young children rush to build those great snowmen

And let snowballs fly through the rowdy crowd;

A year to add to those in mortal ken

When winter world is cowled in icy shroud.

 

Those hardy souls wrapped up in scarf and gown

Lurch bravely onwards, heading for their den,

As billows of their breath blow slowly down

And friction feels to fail the world of men.

The silent world is broken once again

By cars that crab and backwards belch a cloud

Of fumes that barely float and long remain

When winter world is cowled in icy shroud.

 

And by the fields where tall trees show their crown,

In black and white, as colours fade and then

The sickly sun that shines inclines to drown

The fading shades of misty marsh and fen.

Along this frosted picture postcard glen,

The freezing breeze between the branches soughed

Through the solstice season not forgotten

When winter world is cowled in icy shroud.

 

The weather springs its big surprise again;

As every year, it seems to have us bowed

In prayer for a swiftly called amen

When winter world is cowled in icy shroud.