What's Snow Like?
Listen to Lesley's poem ...
I reply:
First the air turns cold. The clouds go pinkish grey
Then snow comes down like washing powder -
Falls like that all day.
When the snow falls faster it turns to coconut flakes.
Covers the ground like a duvet
But crisp, like icing on a cake.
And the hedges look different
Like they’re under a pillow.
Even the sounds are echoey, ringing,
shouts sound loud and hollow.
But my friend Pihu says:
Snow is a Bollywood dancer in a white Saree
Frosted with sequins and silver spangles
Floating on cold light with her brocade edged chunni,
And the faint tinkle of silver bells.
She’s dancing, dancing, dancing …
First the air turns cold. The clouds go pinkish grey
Then snow comes down like washing powder -
Falls like that all day.
When the snow falls faster it turns to coconut flakes.
Covers the ground like a duvet
But crisp, like icing on a cake.
And the hedges look different
Like they’re under a pillow.
Even the sounds are echoey, ringing,
shouts sound loud and hollow.
But my friend Pihu says:
Snow is a Bollywood dancer in a white Saree
Frosted with sequins and silver spangles
Floating on cold light with her brocade edged chunni,
And the faint tinkle of silver bells.
She’s dancing, dancing, dancing …
This poem is copyright (©) Lesley James 2024
About the Writer
Lesley James
Lesley writes for young people and less young people. Many of her stories and poems for children are set in Lesley’s Garden, where a cast of birds, beasts and minibeasts live. She loves playing with words - rhythms, rhymes, tongue-twisters - and telling real tales. Nothing is more funny, thrilling or entertaining than the real life you can see from your own window.
