Winter is a verdant valley kissed by cold

Here remains a summer long forgotten

Hidden underneath drifts of cotton

Adorned in peaceful morning skies of gold

 

Winter dines on fruits of Autumn harvest

The landscape is a stretched, pearly canvas

Moonlight shows a crystal, white Atlantis

Sculpted by an angelic artist

 

Winter smells of sugar sweets saccharine

And emerald Christmas trees all a-sparkle

Of kindly figures matriarchal

Snow dances in hues of sapphirine

 

Winter’s melody plays light and airy

While children dream of dancing sugar-plum fairies.