Winter Fantasy

Some experts say winter makes us sad

Days are shorter, sulight not as bright

But there is a truism, I might add

Despite short days, I love the night

To watch the moon reflect through trees

And count footprints in newly fallen snow

Feeling a chill with each passing breeze

Imagining I was playing down below

Feeling silky snow beneath my feet

Making tracks anyone can follow

Shaking the snow off as I cross the street

This is someone’s dream, I thought I’d borrow

poem by Frances Ayers
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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