A swirl of snow dances wild
On the barren fields around,
Softly fall about ice laden trees
Weighing fragile branches down.
Air so clean and clear
To breathe is to be free,
Of the warmer days of summer
Smog taking the air in greed.
The woodland creatures in their dens
Now deep in sleep so sound,
Safe from those who seek to destroy them
Safe from hunter and hound.
In this land of dormancy and winter
There is a welcoming warmth within,
Appreciating the fires inside
Welcoming the hospitality of friends.
