Ode to Snow

So white and fluffy, the flakes start a fallin',
Lush and luxurious, a coating for all in . . .
The fields near the forest of trees big and tall,
Staying frozen forever like the eyes of a doll.


Nevermore does the glow of daylight warmth shine,
Icicles and tickles in the throat have arrived,
Billowy smooth blankets of whiteness sublime,
From the first to the last to the end of the line.


Oh, that we could all just continue to be,
Held hollow and fast, wrapped up tight in eternity,
And the only three things that we'll need to stay free,
Are a big stack of snowballs and a you and a me.


Whispering again, the wind is so eager to show,
What the trees and the fog and the snowboarders know,
That the virtue of patience and a lifetime of slow,
Can't beat a single day of fun playing out in the snow.



Ben O.