Snowflakes fall gently on the mountains.

Delicate and Fine as a Rose are they.

Lovely,& Pure & Sweet.

Covering the World with a white sheet,A Wonderland,A grand treat for the children.

Precious and Fragile are the shining silver spears.

Hold it too close to you & it disappears.

The frigid frosty winds carry the music of laughter from house to house.

As young ones play with glee,as they look above & see the better side of winter has finally come to be.

And through this we behold the Season's divine display.

And though every season has one & though its quite difficult to choose one,I believe that I must say;

Above the glorious bright blooms of Spring.

Above the Summer's charming & alluring evenings.

And even despite the peaceful colors of Fall.

I must say,I favor Winter's Display over them all.