This winter seems so quiet, The birds I do not hear; They have all flown away, This is what I fear. Does it mean a winter cold, Filled with ice and snow? Weathermen may not see it, But the birds seem to know. Even the little snowbird, I see all winter long, Seems to have vanished, All the birds are gone. It makes me wonder and contemplate, What this season will bring; We've already seen the snow, And New Year bells are yet to ring. Snowplows run down the street, Scraping and spraying their salt; We'll have to get more ice melt, Before all of it is bought. the season may be long and cold, But one thing is for sure; My God knows what is best, For something this is the cure. ©Sandra S. Oidtman 2010