Snow in the air,
Snow on the ground,
More in my hair,
Falls all around!

Snowballs packed tight,
Kids laughing and hiding,
Forts left, ice castles right
Tiny tots slipping and sliding.

Tongue sticks out far,
Nothing hits it, no fair!
A snowflake, like a star,
Lands coldly right there.

Ah, how we love the snow,
Sledding, flopping, tromping,
Love when the drifts flow,
Plowing, tunneling, stomping.

Copyright 2015 Brenda Davis Harsham