WINTER

December 

It's quiet,
Very quiet, 

In the woods these days.
The ground is all covered with frost and snow. 

The Chipmunks are sleeping,
Deep underground.
Chickadees flitting here and there, 

Their dee-dee lost in the cold, crisp air. 

Winter is everywhere. 

Winter - Christmas

Twas the day before Christmas, and 

all through the forest, 

there was only the sound of snow,

falling softly.

Chipmunks, 

sleeping, warm in their dens,
visions of acorns, 

likely,

dance in their heads. 

Chickadees were darting here and there,
their dee-dee-deeing lost,

on the cold crisp air. 

Winter arrived late in the night,
on a cold northern wind, that 

chills with a fright. 

Itʼs quiet,

very quiet, 

in the woods,

all covered in snow. 

 WINTER 

Crystals made from water,
Frozen in the sky,
Each one slightly different,
Form snowflakes ,

That drift silently, 

And blanket the ground.

A chipmunk stands at the entrance to its burrow, 

Paws clenched tightly,
Shivering in the cold,
Watching snowflakes falling, and hide 

familiar surroundings.

Chickadees, dee-dee deeing,
Impervious to the snow,
Seek out hidden morsels to keep away the cold.

High above there’s honking, 

The geese are departing.

Snow keeps on falling.

Chipmunk chips one last time, 

Then departs.
Deep beneath the falling snow.

Warm in its den it dreams away winter’s cold.

Winter with its cold and darkness has come to stay, 

Until one day,
When the days grow longer,
The sun appears, and..

Melts the snow away.