Read Poem: Winter, by Diane Keogh

Winter is welcomed in all her glory
To freshen the world and cleanse its story
Her breath is icy and fingers cold
She sometimes sculpts, grasps and moulds

Families and friends warmly gather and share
Hot soups, and jumpers, skis and fare
Winter mornings dawn cold and fresh as ice
For skiers they’re joy for fishermen strife

In northern realms She sculpts pure white cream
By evening this turns red, purple then green
Gently She paints the world with dew
She cleans and She shakes, whisks and makes new

Her timing is perfect for beast, flower and foe
Some of them sleep others always on show
Her departure is quick as Spring warms her hands
Soon Winter is forgotten as She departs for Other Lands.

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