by Garth Paul Ukrainetz, Poet of the Blackmud Creek
February snow can’t miss your falling
Always sure to drift my way
Cling to pant legs, holding tightly
Begging me to come and play
Slide upon a long toboggan
Skate across a pond of ice
Downhill ski on powdered mountain
Friendly little snowball fight
February snow I know you’re lonely
This time of year I feel it too
Maybe we should get together
Wintertime is over soon
Glide along the trails cross country
Snowshoe thru the meadows white
Snowmen build in brightest sunshine
Angels make on moonlit night
