| SNOWMAN SNIFFLES At winter's end a snowman grows a snowdrop on his carrot nose, a little, sad late-season sniff dried by the spring wind's handkerchief. But day and night the sniffles drop like flower buds - they never stop, until you wake and find one day the cold, old man has run away, and winter's winds that blow and pass left drifts of snowdrops in the grass, reminding us: where such things grow a snowman sniffed, not long ago. --N. M. Bodecker |
| WINTER LOVELINESS Winter holds much loveliness That other seasons never know Soft green skies at eventide, Blue shadows on untrampled snow, Music of crescendo winds Through frosted branches on each tree, Lace designs on window panes, And shrubs of fragile filigree. Tacks like faint bird-autographs Beside a still white country pond, Lavalieres of crystal ice Suspended from each leaf and frond, Hearth fires' friendly, scarlet glow, Bright holly berries, Christmas trees - Other seasons never hold Winter treasures such as these. --Marie Elmore Baxter |
| SNOWFALL The snow fell softly in the night, Adorned the trees in robes of white, Bowed graceful branches to the ground, And frosted earth without a sound, Etched fragile starts on windowpane, Spread fluffy carpet on the lane. Of barren field there is no trace; The whole farm wears a fresh new face. The orchard, mill and fence all look Like pictures in a storybook. The Lord has wrapped the earth in snow And set my winter heart aglow. --Louise Pugh Corder |
| FAVOURITE SEASON There is a coziness About the wintertime When whirling snowflakes scurry And huge back-logs blaze; I think that I would miss this In a southern clime That brings no change From endless summer, sunny days. |
| Elizabeth J. Holt |
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