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
Copyright © Ellen Gwaltney Bales | Year Posted 2023
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