Chills go down my spine Though I'm wrapped in layers Trees pelted with snow Held strong Even with their weary branches Frost forms outside In intricate patterns of such That many people overlook And don't appreciate very much When I observe the weather around me Winter isn't horrid Sure it's cold But the magic of frost and snow Is unmatched by the force of any other Heaps of snow piled up on driveways That no one bothered to sweep up Instead they sit inside Chugging their hot chocolate Admiring the weather from their windows At last I have to say About this frosty weather Is that it is a gift A work of art That we can not find By the power of seasons That are not winter
