It falls in flurries,
It’s cold,
It’s damp.
Beauty,
Like white magic.

Angels on the ground,
white men with stick arms,
and carrot noses,
long and thick,
and eyes,
harshly dark,
but happily glossy.

Buttons,scarves,
hats,and sweaters.
It’s very chilly,
because of the weather.

Suited up,
sled at ready,
husky dog,
following steadily.

Pure whiteness,
all around,
in the trees,
on the ground!

Water frozen,
snow boots on,
snowy days,
I wish would go on and on!