I love the way the snowflakes fall
In their great rush to cover all
They land in heaps about knee high
And keep on swirling from the sky
This place is clouded in pure white
It sure is one dramatic sight.
Just feel the air it’s frosty cold
The snow’s a power to behold
It glitters bright for those who share
The magic and elusive glare.
I sure would love to greet the sun
Assured that soon the cold is done
Though we shall have to wait some more
Before this spring walks through the door !
Claire V. Bogdanos 