I have always found Winter fantastic. Christmas has always held me spellbound. In fact, my very first published poem delights in Winter: “Snow,” published by Bob Jones University Press as a BJU poetry contest first-place winner in my age category, and I was fifteen at the time. I am presenting “Snow” here unaltered.
Snow is wonderful as it falls around,
like autumn leaves as they glide to the ground.
Snow cloaks the earth in a furry gown,
white-woven water falling down.
Fast its descent into an earthy dell;
steady it fell into an empty shell.
A mother sweeps the snow. Swoosh! Swoosh!
A child speeds down a hill. Whoosh! Whoosh!