Ah, the first snow is a falling, I run outside.
Kids on their sleds, down the hill they glide.
My neighbor’s building a snowman, on his front lawn.
He’s been working on the masterpiece, since just after dawn.
What a beautiful setting, a white blanket on the ground.
People seem so happy; no frowns to be found.
Suddenly, I slip on the ice, and fall on my bum.
Now, I can’t wait, for the first day of Spring to come.
Poem by David Andre Davison