O' Cold Winter raises its frosty thumb In the gusty squalls, and the snow drifts from Winter sun strikes brightly, sits and lingers And delightful in radiant fingers Shine quietly in wintry complexions Quiet wind tossing teasing reflections Snow drifts abound and birds race playfully Whilst' nature lifts with glee and gaiety And the stars a twinkle, through the night sky Silent moon shine in a gleam'ng ul·tra·high And angels dance in their moonlight journeys God draws nature in artistic flurries © daniel miltz