The mountains rise in shiny white,
Snowflakes are dancing in the light.
The morning air is clear and bright,
Winter’s wonder is a magnificent sight.
The children sliding on their sleds,
Their laughter heard at the trailhead.
Their hands in mittens and cheeks so red,
They laugh with joy for the ride ahead.
A married couple walk hand in hand,
Their breath forming clouds in a fairyland.
The pair of footsteps make a trail through the snow,
Growing closer as the wind starts to blow.
I watch this scene of joy and peace,
Where winter’s white magic is the showpiece.
And in this moment nature’s hand is at play,
In this place we love, a place called Crozet.
