Snow Fairies
In the silent hour of winter
Just before the black of night
When the last pinks and blues
Have recovered themselves and
Scuttled away from your sight,
Mothers and fathers have come home from work
And school children have brought home their studies.
The lamps have been lighted, the fires burn bright
Then snow fairies come out to play in delight.
November 2000
About This Poem
It's April Fool's Day, so I thought (since it has snowed both yesterday and today at times) that I should share a snow poem. I found this one in my journal and noticed a childlike sense of audience in it, probably because my boys were little when I wrote it. I like childlike poems and snow. So, since we're all tired of it, one last snow for the season. April Fools!
The picture is, obviously, of snowflakes on my deck. The glitter of a true snow fairy is seemingly not photographable (like unicorns and other seemingly [but perhaps not] mythical beings) but snowflakes in all their intricate design are.