My wintery windows, glow in many colored lights,
icy fog, distorts yellows, reds and blues
holly boughs and berries, pines of greenest hues
It is early, much too early
for morning birds still sleeping
snow will fall in swirling winds
from heavy branches weeping
Silver moon, too I see you fade
when foggy clouds go creeping
stars will follow and fade away
when comes the sun over
frosty rooftops peeking