The snow has almost gone.

It lies in green edged clouds

on crushed lawns and in wet ditches.

Soon, like sugar in coffee, it will melt

leaving only a kind memory

and a loving last lick.

 

I love the snow, it tickles me

as it floats to earth; like feathers,

drifting, weaving, tumbling, falling,

stopping only to melt happily –

on my warm black nose, delicious.

 

I love walks but in the snow

they are special adventures of fun

and slippery  places. I like to roll

to make dog angels or kick back

making long marks and snow storms.

I love the snow!

 

I love the cool air on my face

and the kiss of snowflakes

on my eyelashes.

Best of all I love to open my mouth,

stick out my tongue to gouge a furrow

in the friendly, playful snow,

I love that last long lick!

 
 

David Garlick, Sidney, December, 2006