Snow Poem by David Wood

The first snowflakes begin to fall
Slowly, gently one after the other
They fall to the ground and begin
To carpet all that lay beneath them.

Young eyes look in amazement and
Wonder, and old eyes look and sigh,
They have seen it all before over the
Countless number years, or decades.

People walking hearing the snow crunch
Underfoot, and with an occasional slip,
Greet friends that have a dusting of snow
On their head and shoulder.

Vehicles moving slowly and ponderously
Along tracks in the snow others left
Trying not to slip and slide into anything
Else equally struggling to cope.

Cold hands open snow covered garden
Gates. The garden now covered with a
Blanket of deep snow with plants buried
Or sigh bowing under its weight.

In the park young children toboggining
Down slopes laughing happily with fun.
Cross-country skiers strike out exploring
Snow covered open ground.

Slowly, as the days pass, people begin to
Tire of the snow. It has lost its brilliant
Whiteness and is looking dirty with
Paths cleared along slippery pavements.

The slow thaw with melted snow forming
Puddles on roads and paths. The park no
Longer has children on their toboggans,
No more cross-country skier's exploring.

The snow now turning to slush as the thaw
Enters its final stage. The park now muddy
With water now dripping everywhere.
The snow now gone, at least, until next year.