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 2023
About the Writer
Julie Stevens
Julie Stevens writes poems for both adults and children. They sometimes reflect the impact MS has on her life. Her children’s poems have been published in Parakeet Magazine, Buzgaga, The Toy, Tyger Tyger Magazine, The Dirigible Balloon, Better Than Starbucks, Brian Moses’ blog, The Poetry Realm and The Reading Realm and in anthologies. She has two published adult pamphlets: Quicksand (Dreich, 2020) and Balancing Act (The Hedgehog Poetry Press, 2021). Poetry Website: JumpingJulesPoetry.com
