Joys of the Season

 As the snow falls down 

I make a snow angel with a crown 

I could laugh and play 

This whole day 

While my little sister makes a snow angel face down 



Every animal is asleep 

And the snow is knee deep 

Uncovered fingers are frozen

While grandparents are a’dozin

No one makes a peep



Tomorrow winter is over 

The frost is probably gone in Dover

As chipmunks snack

The geese fly back

And I can’t wait to see the first clover