Last Wednesday it snowed six inches and it was lovely. I drove for the first time in sleet and snow, and now many days later there is still snow every where. This is an old poem of mine (probably my only good snow poem) and some pictures from this week for you all.
I woke in worlds of winter white
In phantom flurries from the night,
Of fairytales and dreams come true
With lots of things that we could do.
We’ll walk along the icy lanes.
Hand in hand we’ll watch the trains.
They’ll move across the frozen world,
Their puffs of smoke a slow gray swirl.
We’ll take the path down to the creek.
We’ll hold our breaths and take a peek
To see the graceful, gentle deer
Turn its head when we are near.
In the end, we’ll head back home,
To take back up our dusty tome,
And share a mug before the fire,
As we listen to the advent choir.
P.P.S a friend illustrated one of my poems. ❤