Snow Is Falling Poem by maria goodison

The snow is falling and jack frost has looked
for his wife on my window pane.
The sky is gray and it's time to pull the jumper
out that my mother knitted for me.
The rain plays its true and the wind is calling
for someone to know winter is here.
The tree's have all but turned to brown, gray and the
flowers pull their head in to go to sleep.
I sit cuddle up at the window and see the world
slow down and watch this little town change.
Bright day turns to-night and we find reason to turn on the
light at 2 in the after noon.
The snow is falling and i smile as i drink
my hot chocolate inside, just a few day and it's time
to drag the christmas tree out and dust the fairy
light off.
The snow is falling and jack frost will be back tonight
to see if he can find his wife.
And i my self-will smile as i drift off to sleep cuddle up in the
knitted jumper safe and warm inside.