Snowfall Dusting

This morning’s snowfall dusting Was a school-day-off surprise And so exciting watching through My grandkids’ eager eyes. So shortly after breakfast When I went to feed the birds, “I’m coming with you, Nana,” Were not unexpected words. There were snowballs, mini-snowmen And new paths tramped in the white, A half an hour's frolic To my granddaughter’s delight. My grandson’s choice was waiting To go out mid-afternoon. Alas, he should have joined us At a time more opportune. For the temps went up and naturally, It’s melted all away. I’m glad, at least, one grandchild Had the chance for snowy play.