Standing in Snow

The snow

Drifts down

On my boots,

It clings there,

Sparkling!  

Sometimes,

I am glad.

         Cerita M. Moore

         About 1960     revised 2002

 

Frosting

I like the snow to fall and fall,

It covers grass and trees and all.

It makes the bushes feather white,

Hiding brown earth from my sight.

Sometimes in snow I run and slide,

Or build a fort where I can hide.

But best is the early morning sight,

Of all my world turned frosting white!

Cerita M. Hewett

August 15, 1981