Crisp to the touch
Firm and soft
It covers the earth
In glimmering white
Snow
In this boots trample
Leaving prints
Up the drifts
And down the slopes
As children shriek
Through their giggles
While gliding on the drifts
Like the love of the Lord
The flurries descend from above
Waltzing to the ground
To blanket the world
And relieve it from reality
For a day
And longer soon
So through powdered fields I wander
With a sharp chill
Inside my bones
I gaze deep in wonder
At the gift that has been given
By Elisabeth Smith ’28, Middle School Editor
