First Snow
Soft and whispering
feathery flakes drift, waiting
for outstretched tongues.
Snow falls along bare branches and
slowly blankets the browning grass.
From the window,
tiny faces fog
the glass with hopeful breath.
Get your hats!
Get your mittens!
Out we go
to taste
winter’s first snow!
feathery flakes drift, waiting
for outstretched tongues.
Snow falls along bare branches and
slowly blankets the browning grass.
From the window,
tiny faces fog
the glass with hopeful breath.
Get your hats!
Get your mittens!
Out we go
to taste
winter’s first snow!
This poem is copyright (©) Claire Taylor 2025
About the Writer
Claire Taylor
Claire writes for both adult and youth audiences. Her debut picture book, Benjamin's Sad Day, is forthcoming from Golden Fleece Press. Claire is the founding editor of Little Thoughts Press, a quarterly print magazine for and by kids. She lives in Baltimore, Maryland, and can be found online at clairemtaylor.com.
