Saturday, January 21, 2012

Happy Little Snow Song




Snow is falling, falling down
beyond the windowpane.
The playful wind swirls flakes around
and drops them down again.
They cling, they drift, they fill the air,
like many feathered wings,
and when the earth is still like this
I hear the snowflakes sing.

11 comments:

Out on the prairie said...

The first snow we had was a delight with snowflakes as big as a quarter.Lovely thoughts

Marion said...

This is a really happy little poem. I remember when I was in grade two or three we had to write poetry about the snow. As a child, I loved snow and always wrote about it in a joyful way. Your poem reminds me of that time...thank you! Have a happy Saturday! xx

Brian Miller said...

that is so cool...we got a skiff and then on to freezing rain...which stinks...cant make a snowball or snow man...

Hilary said...

So lovely, Pauline. And that snowman's arms are glowing!

Frank Baron said...

Very apropos of my world this morning. We got about five inches of the fluffy white stuff last night.

Barbara Shallue said...

I love it! I hope I get to recite it here at least once before Spring moves in for good!

Kerry said...

Pauline, one of my very favorite poets is Sara Teasdale, and this poem reminds me of her.

Roberta S said...

Pauline, the thoughts in this poem and the expression of them are patterned as lovely and delicately as the awesome and unexpected perfection of the symmetry of a snowflake.

This poem HAS TO BE moved to a "Child's Book of Verse"!

Reya Mellicker said...

Snow is pure. Snow is a blessing.

Snowflakes are definitely feathery!

Happy winter.

Judith said...

Obviously written last winter, not this one!!!!!

Pauline said...

J - it was a sort of "oh please oh please oh please" prayer ;)