Hold on to Snow
There are days when I remember
the swirl of snow spinning down,
how it covered my world in silence.
We spent each day with
snowmen and angels,
rowdy with snowballs that stung.
But our sledges sit now
cobwebbed and still,
waiting for the crunch.
Snow’s magic never visits these days.
the swirl of snow spinning down,
how it covered my world in silence.
We spent each day with
snowmen and angels,
rowdy with snowballs that stung.
But our sledges sit now
cobwebbed and still,
waiting for the crunch.
Snow’s magic never visits these days.
This poem is copyright (©) Julie Stevens 2025
About the Writer
Julie Stevens
Julie Stevens writes poems for both adults and children. She covers many themes, but often engages with the problems of disability. Her children’s poems have been published in many places including in anthologies published by Macmillan and Oxford University Press, in Paper Lanterns, The Dirigible Balloon, The Toy and Tyger Tyger. She has four published adult pamphlets. www.jumpingjulespoetry.com
