Snow Time
When I open the curtains,
The landscape snow globe ready,
I rush for my sledge to be
Part of the picture.
Like the child stood alone
By an old oak tree –
Will you come and play with me?
We can shout at the wind,
As snow spins and falls,
Sliding and skating through.
Back warm inside,
Coats and shoes in a pile,
Loud happy sighs, with a hot chocolate smile.
The snow globe is quiet now,
air settled and soft.
Until next time you come and play.
The landscape snow globe ready,
I rush for my sledge to be
Part of the picture.
Like the child stood alone
By an old oak tree –
Will you come and play with me?
We can shout at the wind,
As snow spins and falls,
Sliding and skating through.
Back warm inside,
Coats and shoes in a pile,
Loud happy sighs, with a hot chocolate smile.
The snow globe is quiet now,
air settled and soft.
Until next time you come and play.
This poem is copyright (©) Helen Openshaw 2024
About the Writer
Helen Openshaw
Helen is a Drama and English teacher from Cumbria. She enjoys writing poetry and plays and inspiring her students to write. She has had a short monologue commissioned by Knock and Nash Productions. Recently published and upcoming poetry work in Secret Chords by Folklore publishing, Green Ink Poetry magazine, Open Door magazine and Fragmented Voices.
