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 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 Paper Lanterns, Parakeet Magazine, Buzgaga, The Toy, Tyger Tyger, The Dirigible Balloon, Better Than Starbucks, Brian Moses’ blog, The Poetry and Reading Realm and in anthologies. She has three published adult pamphlets: Step into the Dark (2023) and Balancing Act (2021) both with The Hedgehog Poetry Press and Quicksand (Dreich, 2020). www.jumpingjulespoetry.com
