Winter nights are sweet and clear

Silent, brisk, and long

Calmly waiting Her next season

Nature’s Vernal song

 

It’s three A.M. and not a sound,

This peaceful, wintry night

The distant hill wears a silky bonnet

Washed in silver light

The clouds move quickly ‘cross the moon

Their silent race is on

As if they knew, their play is through

When greeted by the dawn

 

Huddled in their cozy burrows,

Creatures- great and small

Snuggle in their bed of leaves

Bequeathed to them by Fall

 

Gone, the smell of glowing woodstoves

Drifting through the town

Rich, the fragrance all around me

From the dampened ground

 

Soon, the starry night will hide

As Morning’s light comes forth

Shadows run from windy sunlight

It’s Winter in the North