Snowflakes around the yard, shrubbery and tendrils,
On the trees, lawn, moutains, dales and hills,
Seems like a day to delight in outside,
Somewhere not to tuck in, somewhere not to hide
But play in the day sweet songs,
That the heart truly longs
Touching pulse, palpitation and chord
Jumping, shouting, frolicking, breaking snout.
Copyright:Welkin Siskin
