ANOTHER SNOW POEM
I did not think that I would write, this season,
Another snow poem, but there is a good reason,
Since eleven this morning it has not ceased to snow
And I am not sure how long this snow falling will go.
It has not been heavy just constantly coming down,
Everywhere is white again the road no longer brown.
The trees look all dressed up again in their very best,
In the lamp light the snowflakes seem to dance and jest.
Lakes have no boarders to distinguish the water and land,
Just a mass of pure white that looks terrible yet grand,
The rock face seems a mass of ice so pretty for us to see,
The hungry birds look all forlorn staring down at me.
The forecast said a flurry but they were quite wrong,
For the snow is coming down determined and strong.
Will we get out in the morning? food we have to spare,
As long as we have power we will have goodies to share.
Although I love to see the snow flakes dance on the breeze
And see the cold beauty, even if at times the blood may freeze,
I stop and try to remember lovely long warm summer days
And pretend that the snow mist is a warm friendly haze.
(Millicent) Ann Margetson 11 January 2006