The darker nights are drawing in As winter threatens to begin. With dismal days and heavy skies It closes in as autumn dies.
A wind is blowing from the hills To bring the first of winter’s chills. A howling northerly prevails And naked trees bend to the gales.
The cold, short days and frosty nights Are backdrops for the Christmas lights That strive to bring a little cheer To this, the darkest time of year. And still the winds of winter blow To bring the January snow To craft – as by some unseen hand – A pristine winter wonderland. A great expanse of dazzling white, Transforming landscapes overnight. A scene where ponds and puddles freeze And icicles adorn the trees.
Out on the hillsides, children play, But winter isn’t here to stay: Before the winter days are done Come signs that springtime has begun.