SNOW FLAKES I wandered by a bubbling, meandering stream,
I was in another world, in some far off dream,
The air was cool, quite sweet and refreshing,
The little stream a melodious song did sing.

I looked heavenward and saw pink in the sky,
Just as a skein of geese were flying gracefully by,
Farewell summer, their strong wings did beat,
We will not stay the ice cold winter to greet.

I watched until they vanished out of my sight,
Then I saw the sun’s face so gloriously bright,
I remembered the newly fallen snow glow in the sun,
At that moment I wanted the pure winter to come.

No, I will not fly to warmer climes, no, not at all,
But just as I have enjoyed spring, summer and fall,
I will now long for that first, fragile gentle snow flake,
Then welcome the cold beauty winter does always make.

M Ann Margetson November 3, 2001