A Winter's Day
In the tenth month of winter, north wind blows,
The air is crisp and clear, with
frost that glows.
The pheasant crows at dawn, geese
head south,
Birds of prey lie low, bears
hibernate in their mouth.
Money stops its flow, harvests
fill the store,
Travelers take refuge, for
commerce to explore.
Fortunate are we, to sing with
such zest,
A winter's day, a season of rest. |