Snow
Games
I
watched the beautiful children
Of
whom I did not know
Playing,
rolling, tumbling
In
the freshly fallen snow
No
one’s too old to play I say
On
this day after all
Only
themselves and the elements
Truly
having a ball
Falling
down then getting up
Making
angels all around
Never
hurts when pushed for fun
As
you never touch the ground
Dressed
in winter clothing
Purple
red and blue
And
the ice on my window sill
Glistens
like morning dew
Running
as they can
Doing
to others as they bequeath
Shovel
in hand to help them
As
they bury one another beneath
Some
huddle in a mass
Others
lay flat out
Still
a few play piggy back
And
a couple swing about
A
chill is in the air
No
little hand refrains
Only
if old man winter bites
Toes
and noses to end snow games
