Ellen Gwaltney Bales Poet Rhyme

Where Is the Snow

It cannot be true
The skies overhead are still blue
I want to see gray
Purple and red
To hear the wind howl
As I lay in my bed.
The air is so warm
It tickles my hair
I’m looking for snow
But it just isn’t there.
How can this be Christmas?
Where is the frost
Where are the ice storms
I fear Santa is lost
I pray to the gods 
To bring me some snow
To bring back the climate 
That I’ve grown to know.
The globe’s indeed warming
That much is true
But a mere inch of white stuff
It simply won’t do.
I want to see snow clouds
Flakes big as my hand
Drifts four feet deep
That’s what I understand.
But I will be happy
If come Christmas morn
Soft, wet white snowflakes
Whisper the Christ Child is born

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Silent One December 9, 2023 at 6:43 AM It did not snow when Jesus was born... hardly does it snow now on 25 Dec unless you live in Canada or Siberia... Imagine what is is like for Aussies and South Africans as it is their summer... Ellen Gwaltney Bales December 9, 2023 at 12:40 PM It seems it always snowed on Christmas when I was a child in Indiana--now it almost never does. Global warming.