Another Winter Poem

I entered this one in the local winter writing contest. I never heard from them again.

Oh close your weary eyes Father Sun.
Grandmother winter has come.
She shakes her autumnal apron dry
And the snow flies!
So father sun close your eyes.

Grandmother winter is here.
She hangs from heavy tree limbs
The crystals of her chandelier.
She frosts the frozen ground with snow
And bites at your fingers, ears and toes.

Oh where did Father Sun go?

Now Grandmother winter also brings
One or two pleasant things
Hot apple pie and holy-day dreams
And warm scented fires
A promise of spring.

Beneath cold blankets her grandchild sleeps.
Oh father of summer, her promise she keeps.
Through the long frigid nights forget all your fear.
For Grandmother Winter has come to help finish the year.

A.R. Forsgren