WINTER Slowly and silently she steals upon
An unsuspecting country fast asleep.
No warning signs to herald her coming,
Except a new damp chill of early dawn.
Offering no warmth from pale gold sunbeams,
And days grow colder as she spreads her wrath.
Hers is the power to whip up the wind,
Which roars from the east with frightening force.
She can command the thick choking blankets,
Of fog to descend and smother the earth.
Her artistic fingers paint the landscape,
Beyond the horizon in polar white.
Season of freezing fog, ice, hail and snow,
Till Springtime blooms again, Winter prevails. By Marjorie Holder
Tarvin Walk, Halliwell, Bolton
Converted for the new archive on 14 July 2000. Some images and formatting may have been lost in the conversion.
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