And so before the yellow sun of spring
the white of snow does fly,
and winter seems to last too long,
still coming white from all the sky.
And snow of winter
covers all the grass so green
it makes a pretty view to see
and cautions white so keen;
but I like snow so well
for as a child I had none,
so I played snow games
with my children, I would run
and ride their sled to kingdom come,
And it was worth all the joy
to see my children play
each girl, each boy,
upon the snowy ground
and all my dreams
of all my winter's
full of whitening beams
Oh! That is true
No greater white it seems!
-- Melba Dungey
January 30, 2010
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