There is something about the winter
That truly warms from outside in
I mean the colorful skies that
Seem to erase all sadness, all sin

Reds and yellows and oranges
Like a famous artist would paint
So captivating, I’ll tell you
As special as a godly saint

You can see the dark of objects
The windmill you love so
The trees in semi darkness
Stand out as the sunset glows

The old barn way out yonder
Sure does look mighty pretty
Can you imagine not having sunsets?
Oh my, that would be such a pity

So even though it’s cold outside
So much beauty you still get
There is nothing quite like
Those wonderful winter sunsets!

Marilyn Lott

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/winter-sunsets/