One waits for the first snow
a blanket of pure white
brings thoughts of youthful days
promise is a delight
Happy times snowballs fly
chilly fun in the air
snowman has a cold smile
eyes of coal is his stare
Long ago memories
come in our sleepy dreams
as we age stays with us
youth remains so it seems
One waits for the first snow
will come now very soon
it's fluffy and pure white
no more a wintry gloom
- Rhoda Galgiani