by Mary Ellen Smith
No mittened hands, no scarf to wear
No hat upon my crown.
No fluffy snow, no drifts no flurries
No wool, no fleece, no down.
No snowman greeter, no sleigh to ride
No ice on which to skate.
No snow angels, no snowball fighting
No snow days on which to wait.
No wintry scenes, no bundled up carolers,
No wassailing around.
No ice sculptures in the park,
No snowy fun here to be found.
OH! But wait!
No ice to scrape, no frozen pipes
No sidewalks high with snow.
No treacherous roads, no slip, no slide
No temperatures below.
No frozen hands, no chapped up lips
No frost to bite my toes.
No shivers, no trembling, no shaking
No icicles on my nose.
Its true it does stay warmer
Here outside L.A.
But I would love to trade someone
For just one snowy day.
Posted on 12/04/2004
Copyright © 2017 Mary Ellen Smith
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Kristine Briese on 12/04/04 at 04:37 AM|
This is really cute!
|Posted by Charles E Minshall on 12/04/04 at 04:57 AM|
Great winter poem Mar....Charlie
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/04/04 at 12:41 PM|
I'd be glad for the trade. One snowy day to you and one CA "winter" day for MD! You catch in memorable lines the bone chill of winter--its pros and its cons.
|Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 12/05/04 at 06:45 PM|
Aww, I really like this, Mary. Although there's no snow and ice here yet, I'll trade ya when it comes. :)
~~ Kyle Anne
|Posted by Mike Loftis on 12/05/04 at 11:46 PM|
I really ejoyed this poem Mary Ellen. We've already got our first snow this year and I can't wait for more.