There is a bareness in a winter snowfall
Exposing naked tree limbs from earlier fall
Her natural look now encased in whiteness
Winter Times darkness shows her brightness
Everything laid bare
People walk with care
Children anxious to meet her dressed for a chilly day
Molding snowmen and throwing snowballs in their childish, play
The bareness of winter is like a painting grand
Covering all the ugly things junking up the land
Silently the snowflakes fall
Putting on a show for all
I sit quietly, looking out my window
The winter dance upon the land soon to go
There is a bareness to a snowy white winter
Her glory is short, soon ushering springs glitter
