As the little white flecks drift down from the sky

And the air begins to chill,

The world becomes filled with white

On the branches, the ground, and the rooftops.

Everything starts to smile

And grow joyful

When the gray of winter is taken from them,

And pure, soft white is given instead. 

When the snow comes to the ground,

And how the snow comes down,

First in flecks, then in clumps,

First in dustings then in inches. 

Till all one sees is the pure, pure white of snow,

Unmarred by forces of nature

That ruins the beauty of the sight.

As I trod through the crisp white blanket

And feel the chill in my spine,

Smiling greatly,

I recede my soul to the sensation of the moment.

In awe –

Awe for the beauty of the moment. 

By Elisabeth Smith ‘28, Staff Writer

28esmith@montroseschool.org