The Burrugin Season

See the tiny snowflakes,
Falling from the sky.
Them, flittering like dancing angels,
Them, soaring from way up high.

They’re falling onto our rooftops,
our chimneys, windows, and door.
Turning our luscious greenery white,
And giving us an extra set of chores!

Sugar-coating the branches,
Making the bushes and shrubs look old.
Now most of the animals have gone to sleep,
To protect them from the cold.

The wind is ferociously howling,
Louder than a wolf.
Blowing our hats and scarves,
And rattling the tiles off our roof.

But when the storm is resting,
And the sky is blue and clear.
For the snow is gently falling,
Cause the Burrugin season is here!