The snowflakes glisten A picture so bright. Gliding down onto Mother earth a pure delight Orange lamps dimmed Covered with snow On this cold winter's Evening a warm fire does glow.
A magical sight as I watch From my window with glee These wonderful patterns Fall on garden and tree, For in all god's creation This is pure bliss To witness such an event From sky to earth's kiss.
For it is through a poet's Eyes an elation of duty To watch the pure spectacle Of nature's beauty, For in the entire world It is so special and divine Just like a glass Of matured sparkling wine.
It is what dreams are made of, A child's delight It sets their faces alight, For if happiness were made of snow There would be no tears It creates memories in photos That last through the years.
As I sit at this window I feel a tear, but tis one of joy As I think of the snowball fights I had as a boy, Such cheer and celebration Go through my mind No better fun and games In the snow you'll never find.