IN WINTER'S WHITE
The world turns white with snow and sleet.
Every scene is stark, in black-and-white.
Until you look closely,
and there are colors hidden everywhere.
They're waiting to be discovered.
I think they've got it wrong.
February is the l-o-n-g-e-s-t month
not the shortest,
as we wait for Spring to come.
"The birds are gone; the ground is white.
The winds are wild; they chill and bite.
The ground is thick with ice and sleet,
And I barely feel my feet."
-- Winter Poem, Anonymous