The earth is blanketed with the cold
In depressions deep, drifting, falling snow.
While trees in forms of sculptured clay,
Wind rifting by a sharpened breeze,
Stencilling the landscape a statuary grey,
Fragmented grass hidden in the freeze.
The frigid air wrestles your breath away
Accompanied by unyielding cold.
Close and still by the sheep will stay
Stuck with the Hens in the barn today
With dreams of a bite of tasty hay
Is the strength of their hold
Safe and warm,
Far from the cold.