Looking out my cabin window,
At all these falling flakes of snow,
I stand here gazing all around,
While snow soon covers all the ground.
So many little birds I see
There, on the ground, beneath the tree.
They’re taking shelter from the snow,
And soon, to the south, they will go.
Now while looking out my window
At all those puffy mounds of snow,
I see such beauty fill my sight,
A landscape full of freshest white.
©2020 Steve McLeod.