The rooftops are white again,
and the trees;
they're bare.
I see people breathing,
exhaling the cold winter's air.
Freezing fog is all around,
frosted twigs, and glittering ground.
Fairy lights on Christmas trees,
are the things that i see.
I feel a warm glow
on this cold winter's morning,
as i savour the delightful signs,
of the Christmas that is dawning.
