My trees are dressed in winter white, so beautiful are they,
In raiment that arrived last night, to celebrate today.
In green they're summertimes' delight, their autumn golds are smart,
But no design can ever top the white of winters art.

And so I gaze in wonderment and gratitude to see,
This gift of creativity that comes each year to me.
Under mounds of crystal snow the roses, while they rest,
Plot crimson-budded mornings, evenings of amethest.

Days of deep pink loveliness, fragrant scented hours, Petaled showers of softest white, summer sweet with flowers.
Winter waved her magic wand one February night,
In the morning all the earth was robed in dazzling white.

Silently Jack Frost had come and with his special flair,
Crystal trimmed each shrub and tree, etched windows everywhere.
Winter left her calling card of fairyland design,
Frosty white and ribbon laced, her fancy valentine.

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BACKGROUND BY ROBIN'S WEB GRAPHICS

SNOWFLAKES BY WALA WEB GRAPHICS