I heard a knock upon my door

There was an old man with frosted hoar;

His mantle was white, his eyes glacier blue

He gave a wintery smile and said, rejoice,

Soon I shall be dead.

I told him with a chilly air; be gone winter

take with you the icy splinters;

I am tired of all the cold and snow

of the north winds when they blow

The sun peeped out from behind fluffy clouds

Winter and Spring did a dance macabe;

Spring’s glorious youth the old man was trying to rob.

But she tossed her golden curls and with a charming smile

Said be gone old man I am staying awhile.

Storm clouds formed and the sky grew dark

Old man winter sent out a spark, A winter thunderstorm

began to brew, but lightening and warm rains

Mixed in the stew. Fat snowflakes began to fall

But Pretty Spring, won this brawl. For the air warmed

warm pelting rain replaced the snow. A warmer chinook

wind began to blow. In the creek the ice began to thaw

Ceasing the cold winter raw. Old man Winter conceded

Wrapped in icy robes he retreated

Spring did a joyful dance and all the wild life began to prance

Flowers sprouted from the ground, the trees and woods rang

with bird call sounds. Lacy green leaves covered bare branches

the sky became a bright blue chasing away gray clouds brew

The air was warmed by a bright shining sun, Children froliced

Laughing on the run. Sod was turned up and gardens planted

Kites soared high into the sky, Springs bright smile and breath

warmed the air. She called forth her children April, May and June

April brought warm spring showers, May baskets of pretty flowers

Pretty June brought butterflies and roses and graduations and brides

In wedding froth. Old man winter has fled with his frost.