Winter

Wintertime. Snow sprinkles soundly at my feet.
Children dance and run and shiver.
New warm jackets? Will deliver.
Bagels in the oven, cooking crisply in the heat.
Children love the wintertime.
A season of the precious and sublime.

It is the time of holidays,
Why else spread such cheer?
For it is also frost and haze,
When skies are never clear.

Wintertime. Snow showers swiftly to my head.
Children cry and drop and whisper.
It seems the air has gotten crisper.
Bodies in the snow, not all of them quite dead.
Children love the wintertime.
A season of the precious and sublime.