To appreciate the beauty of a snow flake, it is necessary to stand out in the cold.
We peeked thru a hole in the frosted windowpane
Squinted our eyes to view the pristine winter scene
In the virgin snow not a blemish nor a stain
And all the bushes snow-draped, not a sign of green
Not a soul in sight in the frozen wonderland
Undoubtedly the best playground we’ve ever seen
For the fresh powd’ry snow whiter than whitest sand
So we rushed with our cocoa and got dressed quickly;
Snow angels all around, snowmen by dusk will stand
And afterglow, smoke’ll emanate from our chimney
Thus overjoyed, with happy feet homebound we’d be!
© F Aparici
First winter poem of the year...