WINTER IN CANADA

There's a feathery blanket on the ground;

The north wind is waltzing across the snow.

Shivering pine trees have become lacy white;

Broken limbs are falling to the earth below.

Cardinal feathers are now a white-tipped red

After flitting furiously in the fresh-fallen snow,

The fluffy canopy on the hard -frozen ground

Blends with tea-rose skies, creating a glow.

The footsteps of the walkers are soon hidden

As winter snow comes swirling down.

While the flowers sleep under a cover of white,

A lovely winter day excites a sleepy town.

Darkness descends and silver moonbeams fall

On evergreens now weighed down with white;

Light flickers through frosted windowpanes;

Chimney smoke billows upward in the night.

The curtains are then swiftly drawn aside;

Overhead lights reflect on the luster below.

Shadows fall lightly across icy ground,

Creating a path of silver in the snow.