In the dusk I saw the flurries after all the Christmas hurries.
Then ‘gainst a black silk sky at night, a wondrous silent gifting sight.
The snow was like a blanket, still. On tree, on limb, on window sill.
A powdery, sugar-like glistening treat, looked almost good enough to eat.

At dawn the sun peeked past the clouds beckoning to the sleeping crowds.
Through the shuttered frames and sashes, settling on young eyes and lashes.
Then one by one the children came. On every face it was the same.
Smiles of glee from ear to ear. The snow at last was finally here.
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All bundled up in scarf and wool, one child brought the lumps of coal.
Another in a hat of red, he brought a top hat for the head.
One child running ever harder with carrot from a kitchen larder,
Stopped to get some twigs for arms, an addition to their snowman’s charms.

They set about to roll the snow, up and down and to and fro.
Mittened hands in unison, the children laughing in their fun.
One ball of snow, then two, then three. They built him underneath a tree
Assembled from the bits they brought. They’d missed their snowman friend a lot.

He winked a wink, those eyes of black, was telling them that he was back.
And I could swear I saw him move, nothing of course that I could prove.
The children danced around and sang, oh how their little voices rang!
They’d found magic in their wintry gift. In every flake, flurry and drift!

01/01/2005