Large, white flakes bring a stillness and hush to the night.
Morning arrives with black-tinged clouds,
A strange contrast to the blanket of white covering the streets.
Out come the children,
Bringing squeals of laughter to the park beyond my windows.
Oh what fun can be had with a flattened cardboard box.
Frosty is built, once again, with stick arms, children’s mitts and a carrot nose.
Who can make the best snow angel?
Who will win the snowball fight?
The end of day brings cold, red noses and icy fingers,
Soon to be warmed by a mug of mum’s special hot chocolate.