As I look out thro my window,
On this cold and frosty morn,
I see the beauty that surrounds me,
We`ve had our first big winter storm. The Cedar Trees I look upon,
Branches laden down with snow,
Icicles hang, like silver bells,
On picturesque, Christmas Trees. The only color one can find,
Are the birds that winter with us,
How do these little mites survive,
In this cold cold land of ours,

Here comes the regal Cardinal,
His plumage, brilliant red,
And now, come little Chickadees,
White fronts, and black capped heads.

Coming in, the squawking Blue Jays,
Their color, sapphire blue,
And on their tails, and wingtips,
Dots of, black and white and blue.

Last of all we see the Goldfinch,
They come to feed and preen,
Someone, must help, to keep them warm,
Wintertime, gold turns to green.

Looking down upon the ground,
I see prints, left in the snow,
Must take out , some peanut butter,
Little squirrels love it so.

My gaze, now goes, towards the lake,
Ice skaters gliding by,
Little boys with hockey sticks
For goals , they really try. So when winter time is over,
And the snow all disappears,
Way down, into the earth below,
To help, next seasons, flowers appear.