Bitter cold in the harsh nights
A howling wind blows by
The cold, pinching our skin
Making the trees shiver nearby

The roads, the fields, the houses
All painted in a coat of white
Animals retreat in their shelters
Afraid of the wind that bites

Snow lurking in every corner
As nobody walks over the snow filled street
All cold, in a silence
Even the dogs know when to retreat

Trees howl in protest at the bitter wind
Till the end of the starry night
Then the Sun comes in the sky
Providing the few hours of light