Snow Puffs

Snow puffs on my winter boots as I trudge out to see,

Snow puffs on the weeds and trees and all the scenery,

The beauty of this fluffy stuff,

This whitened woolen knitted muff,

For fairies hands from cuff to cuff,

It’s warm to us when weather’s rough,

It is enough, it is enough!

The Snow puffs meant for winter’s glee,

Snow puffs for you; snow puffs for me!

Peter Lowell Paulson

February 5, 2014