The frosted pine needles glimmer in the sun,
While squirrels grab a cone, then on the run,
Now birds gather at that feeder, eating away,
So many surely they will empty it all this day.
Thermometer reads, it is twenty- eight below,
Awhile the roof tops are piled high amid snow,
It seems, so undisturbed in the great outdoors,
Merely leaving it to the imagination to explore.
Looking out this windowpane, it is not so hard,
Simply imagine that you’ re in a Christmas card,
Only capturing a picture of such clarity and hue,
Because each moment lapses, changes the view!
©
DL Jenings