WINTER WONDERS I wandered round a giant oak tree, it's branches huge and full. The leaves brown to yellow, light green and orange were cool. As Autumn turned to Fall, and snow was on its way, I waited for the first snow flake, and watch the children play. Winter wonderlands are pretty, white blanket covered ground. Squirrels hid in hollows in the trees, when food could not be found. The multi colored geese would honk, high up overhead, Searching for a warmer place, to swim and make their beds. As each flock....passed slowly by, formed a V and rank. Looked down for ponds or lakes. or a lonely water tank. Summer greens had dissapeared, to hibernate till spring. Birds would scratch the snow for seeds, and other little things. A trail or two, a beaten path, across bleached snow of white. Sun hazy, peeking blissfully, warming only slight. The temerature was very cold, a breeze began to blow, Then soon a howling gust of wind, a storm being fortold. All through the night in darkness, stars no longer bright. I watched out of my window, the beauty from a streetlight. The flakes big and fluffy, like feathers from a flock. The only broken plane, were shadows from a rock. When dawns early light appeared, the drifts tall and mighty . Had shown the world its mighty power, ice formed to freeze things tightly. The land though bleak and barren, held secrets though untold. Each tree limb held a shelf of snow, a beauty to behold. And underneath the covered ground, an existance, another life. Scurry, furry animals, burrowed hollows like a knife. In igloo warmth buried deep within, snuggled in their holes. Balled up like furry kittens, and covered up their nose. But some were not so lucky, a frozen corpse was found. Caught helplessly out in the cold, laying lifeless on the ground. But don't be sad, if not for this, our world be over run. Its natures way of controling all, a balance one on one. Just focus on the wonderous sights, for soon it dissapears. Search beauty winter has to give, From mountain peaks, to beach front piers. The Masked Writer <0.0> brrrrrrrr (C) 2001 T. Lovett |