Snow Drop



Snow Drop

Can you see the lacy drop?

I had to stop my work today,

Those big, big flakes,

That as a child,

Would turn you out,

And, make you wild,

To shout out to your mom, “Oh, Please!”

“I have to go outside, oh, please!”

You’d run out side to meet the air,

To look straight up and stare and stare,

The flakes so big,

So fluffy white,

You turn around,

Around again,

And, swirl to catch that fluffy sight,

Unseen in summer,

Fall or Spring,

This is the winter’s wonder thing!

Go south the hot, go north the snow,

Oh I don’t know, no I don’t know,

There’s beauty; beauty everywhere,

Yet, fluffy snow’s beyond compare,

In southern climes when you are young,

You have the flavors where you live,

But, not a snowflake on your tongue,

No, ne’er a snowflake on your tongue!

Peter Lowell Paulson

January 15, 2014