WINTERBy JP McMenamin Winter's on it's way again
The night is full of stars
Jack Frost's nipping at the toes
Time for the red flannel drawers The days are getting shorter
Teh nights are creeping in
ice forms on the cattle trough
Brittle clear and thin. Steam rises up like incense
From midden down the lane
The frost, paints icy flowers
On the window pane he robin's getting bolder
With breast of scarlet red
He cocks his little beady eye
While eating crumbs of bread The honking of the wild geese
As they fly low oer' the lea
Seagulls, seeking shelter
From the wild and stormy sea The lean, red fox is on the prowl
The rabbits unaware
A shrill scream breaks the silence
n the still and frosty air Cawing crows, fly slowly home
As the sun sets in the west
They nestle on the stark, bare trees
The remains of last years nest The holy bush is burdened down
With berries bright and red
Hawthorns silhouette the sky
The branches bare and dead Lights appear in windows
As darkness stalks the earth
People gather round the fire
With their feet close to the hearth A collie dog, barks far away
The North star twinkles low
The wind is blowing from the East
A harbinger of snow The grass is dry and brittle
Icicles ahnging from the eves
Frost glistens underneath the trees
On a mat of dead, dry leaves Shooting stars fall from the sky
Then disappear from view
There's a halo round the yellow moon
Misty, violet blue The whole world seems to be asleep
All is silent, not a sound
Snow falls gently from teh sky
And covers up the ground Winter's on its way again
The night sky's full of stars
Jack Frost's nipping at the toes
Time fr the red flannel drawers
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