White Bliss Poem by Rayniece D. Clayborne

The snow began to fall.
I began to roll up a ball.
The beautiful mass was like heaven.
I could feel the frozen treasure.
It's wet, slippery...pure wonderment!
There's also hot cocoa..awaiting me.
Oh my! ..I exclaimed...a really truely rolled up snowball.
What pure delight and fun to be had by all.
my jot is when I hit my very first target...pop!
I simply can't help myself..the next one plop!
Well it's time to go in now....I sit and marvel at the sight.
As I have expressed before...this is what throwing snowballs are for.