Snow

Of everything,

Snow can bring

The slow movement of time,

The heavy blanket of sleepiness.

Snowflakes land on your skin with a ting,

The land in your hair, intending to cling.

The make you want to sing,

Of the beautifulness they bring.

A snowball hits you in the face, thrown by a very hard fling.

It hits you and stings.

But who cares?

Snow is here!

Time to sled,

Time for hot cocoa and fires and bed!

Some sit by the fire with needle and thread,

Some go out and delight in the snow.

But there’s one thing for sure I know,

Happiness is what comes from snow.