Snowy Day Poem by Inés de Erausquin

The flakes are floating softly down,
White curtains drape the trees,
The ground is carpeted with snow
That reaches to my knees,
And O, I wish I had a coat,
It's only seven degrees,
And if I don't get indoors soon,
I'm really gonna freeze!
But I'm outside my own front door
And I can't find the keys,
So I suppose I'll be outside
Till someone comes and sees
That I'm here outside shivering,
With snow above my knees,
And lets me in my house, before
I die, and rest in peaze...