There are strange and mysterious sounds <br />When the winds of winter blow, <br />The long nights are crystal clear and cold, <br />And the fields and meadows are covered with snow. <br />The stars are frosty against the sky, <br />And the wind's whistle is shrill, <br />As the snow blows against the house <br />And drifts against the hill. <br />Yet, I like to see during the winter <br />A white carpet on the ground, <br />To plod aimlessly in the deep snow, <br />where deer tracks abound. <br />I like to feel the stillness <br />Of a crisp winter's night, <br />Watching a full moon rise over the horizon, <br />Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.<br /><br />Joseph T. Renaldi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-wonderland/
