This poem was illustrated with a picture of an English Robin so I will do the same.
As winter with an icy hand
Moves down through time and space
The branches of the leafless trees
Seem clothed in dainty lace.
Tall grasses sheathed in silver frost
Once delicate and frail
Stand up like frozen sentinels
In winter's glittering trail.
And crystal orbs and icicles
All glint with sparkling rime
Like jewels strung on tinselled thread
In beautiful design
And many glistening gleaming gems
Are dancing in the light
The fragile beauty of the scene
Just fills me with delight
Then all is quiet and nothing stirs
And I am lost in thought
I'm spellbound by such beauty
By Winter's magic caught
Then suddenly a movement breaks
The strange tranquility
A Robin with a crimson bib
Comes hopping up to me
By Kathleen Gillum.