Last Friday the snow began to fall and did not stop until much later in the weekend. Schools were closed for most of the week. The kids went back yesterday, but when a wintery mix was predicted for today, they were closed again. So, I write this while watching the falling snow. What other poem could possibly be on mind today?
How Is It That the SnowThe round up is being hosted by Mary Ann at Great Kid Books. Do stop by and take in all the great poetry being shared. Before you go, be sure to check out this week's poetry stretch results.
by Robert Haight
How is it that the snow
amplifies the silence,
slathers the black bark on limbs,
heaps along the brush rows?
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