Its freezing

Its pretty flippin freezing

My toes are icy cold

My nose is blue

My Ears are too

I'm not feeling very bold.

I'm worried about walking

On pavements made of ice

I'm scared to trip

Afraid I'll slip

It's really not too nice.

The snow makes things so pretty

All fresh and clean and white

I like to hide

Stay warm inside

Through windows see the sight.

My cat wont pass the threshold

The snow's up to the door

She sits and stares

All too aware

The snow will freeze her paws.

My seedlings they are buried

Under blankets thick and cold

With withered leaves

See naked trees

Stripped bare, majestic, bold.