Winter Games

The winter mist fills up the Sound,
It whispers at my eaves,
It rustles limbs on winter trees
In search of their lost leaves.

It glitters in the spider webs,
Twines in winter brambles;
It tickles grapevines where they snooze
Amid the garden’s shambles. It plays a game of hide and seek
With winter's pale, weak sun
Until old Sol finally burns through
And then the game is done!!