I see the snow outside my window falling;
I see it upon houses’ rooftops crawling;
The sky itself is white, like to the snow
Descending from it to the ground below;
A dazzling carpet of unsullied beauty
And glistering white; what were it else than duty
To wonder at it? See the children playing
In snowball-fights; now see the children laying
The snowman’s head upon his body. Wonder
At winter’s frozen miracle, whereunder
The grass stays green, tho’ covered o’er by white;
And we shall see the inevitable plight
When winter shall be melted overnight,
The dazzling snowy carpet shall be roll’d
Away; and warmth shall drive away the cold,
And we shall welcome the mild warmth of spring,
And see what a new season has to bring.
(Friday,30th December,2005.)
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For all the forecast of snow for us, we've actually had very little, which is a shame, as it is very inspirational. Lovely picture painted here of the snow. I love poems about it. Somehow it's clean, fresh, bright, untainted, smooth and everything you can think of. Lovely rendering here. Love Ernestine XXX