Winter’s far-flung frozen hand
Grips vice-like over all the land.
Soft snowflakes fall upon the ground,
To splash come gaiety around.
 
Overall, a carpet thick and white
Is spread to fill one with delight.
Yes, quite as far as one can see,
On rooftops, ground and every tree.
White painted splendour covers all,
And still the snowflakes gently fall.
 
A pair of robins free and gay
From a tree top, chirp away;
Other birds join in as well,
Sweet music soon begins to swell.
The scene is grand – magnificent,
A gift of beauty briefly lent,
Which all too soon will melt away
When wind of change brings warmer day.

CT. Catford