Winter’s Chill

The cold winter wind blows,

A chill that penetrates the bones,

The frost that dresses the trees,

And the snow that covers the stones.

In winter’s chill, we find,

A beauty that’s all its own,

The magic of a snowflake,

And the warmth of a hearthstone.

As we brave the icy roads,

And bundle up in our coats,

We’re reminded of the strength,

Of the season, and its notes.

For winter’s chill may be fierce,

But it’s also a thing of grace,

That can make us feel alive,

And bring a smile to our faces.