Held tightly within winter's chilly grip.

From the roof, icicles no longer drip.

Catching one's eye, like a crystal chandelier.

Beautifully illuminated as sun rays appear.

Frosty branches, not even giving a flutter.

-20, one would think they should shudder.

New snow lays in a fluffy blanket deep.

Quiet only fills the air, not even a cheep.

Bundled in their roost fluffed into a ball.

Sunshine soon to awaken song birds' call.

Pinkish hue beginning in the eastern skies.

Darkness vanishes, as night once more dies.

Clouds, none are visible to block out the bright.

This day sunshine will bring it's warming light.

Again hearts and souls can bask in happy thought.

Knowing sun's brilliant rays will soon hit the spot.