" Cold "

" Cold "

Cold
Winds blow
Snow flakes fly
Wood smoke drifts up
And waves from the sky
In Maple leaf valleys
Winter has come there again
Content and warmed by the fire
As tall tales are told by old friends
Snow shoes and skis, in the corner are propped
Laughter continues 'til evening is done
But no thoughts are given to the snowstorm outside
For being snowed in for the night can be so much fun