There are strange and mysterious sounds br When the winds of winter blow, br The long nights are crystal clear and cold, br And the fields and meadows are covered with snow. br The stars are frosty against the sky, br And the wind's whistle is shrill, br As the snow blows against the house br And drifts against the hill. br Yet, I like to see during the winter br A white carpet on the ground, br To plod aimlessly in the deep snow, br where deer tracks abound. br I like to feel the stillness br Of a crisp winter's night, br Watching a full moon rise over the horizon, br Exposing a winter wonderland beautiful and bright.br br Joseph T.