Winter hills of white with silverish gleam, <br />Of winter season and colors that reflect, <br />The shades of blues and purples, <br />From the suns reflection on natures winter, <br /> <br />Bleak and empty yet in a solitude way, <br />Resting or sleeping, <br />Hibernating and regenerated, <br />Till spring arrives, <br />Bringing back its florishing blooms, <br /> <br />What is pretty to watch is cold to indure, <br />The chills of winter from watching it indoors, <br />For the nature trial of winter will, <br />Chill and freeze, <br />And numb you till, <br />Your lips turn color, <br />The freeze and chills of real winter, <br /> <br />And then as you warm up, <br />And your nose and finger tips tingle, <br />And looking around you on natures trails, <br />Will be the reminding of the hiding buds and roots, <br />Laying buried beneath the snows of winter, <br /> <br />Reminding you, <br />That too in the spring, <br />Like the birds will return, <br />Bringing color and birth back into the light, <br />With the sounds of nature, <br />Becoming more musical than winter, <br /> <br />As the birds and the bees, <br />And all that return or hibernate, <br />All wake up to wake us up, <br />To the spring, <br />When winter chills and freezes thaw, <br />Taking away the winter chills, <br />By bringing in the springtime breeze.<br /><br />Ellen Ni Bheachain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-chills/
