Bright colors of the rainbow, filter from the west.
The sun slowly sets, on top of the mountain crest.
Clouds move east, from the western shores.
Releasing natures beauty, upon the earth once more.

Escaping from the heavens. No warning, no sound.
Bringing comfort to all things, that house upon the ground.
Leaving the innocence of youth, and the essence of love.
The blanket of snow, feathers slowly from above.

Clinging to the trees, adding beauty to the nights.
Look with admiration, at the trees in the streetlights.
Such beauty enhanced, captured by our eyes.
To thing that such beauty, could come from our skies...

Dayle Gaylin

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winters-gift/