The Next Morning

We woke up to a world of white. Looking out over the yard I was reminded of this poem that I shared with students, usually in January not March.

Snow

The fenceposts wear marshmallow hats

On a snowy day;

Bushes in their night gowns

Are kneeling down to pray -

And all the trees have silver skirts

And want to dance away.

- Dorothy Aldis