The leaden sky, dark and grey,
Morning more like night than day.
A single snow flake drifts on by,
Dropped by that heavily laden sky.
Soon more flakes are in full flight,
The world is quickly turning white
That world beneath the swirling flakes
A glistening, magical aspect takes.
The wintry day, once dark and drear,
Now in sunshine bright and clear
Sparkles. Gone the darkness and in its place
The beauty of winter shows its face.