Winter when the trees are full of snow
Tall and straight, old and gnarled
In rows or alone, stand as if on show
Oaks for a hundred years, maybe more
In all their solid confidence
Look down upon us who walk the floor

Children playing with rosy cheeks
Heedless of cold when young
Skipping and running with nimble feet
Snowballs hurled amidst squeals of delight
Crunching of snow under foot
Mothers calling their young, as light turns to night

Bulbs all a-ready in the warmth of the ground
Like tiny soldiers, all waiting
To peep from their beds, keen to look around
Crocus, daffodil and sweet wild flowers
These are but just a few
Bursting with colour, drinking in the showers

Pavements frosty from the icy rain
Winter, oh winter, you are here again