Trees dressed like baby's breath among clouds of fog,
Winter winds drifting from cold winds aloft,
Icy limbs dressing in transparent coats,
Pine needles droop in the color they gloat,
Day light is gray, night light is white,
Pleasure is found in magnificent sights,
Sound is fair silence wedged by a breeze,
As cold settles in through the trunks of the trees,
Life still is teaming in all that's around,
The visions of winter on nature's cold ground,
Where snowflake and icicles gather to form,
All of the miracles unknown by the warmth.