Let It Snow, Let It Snow, Let It Stop

Winter Morning Poem

by Ogden Nash

 

Winter is the king of showmen
Turning tree stumps into snow men
And houses into birthday cakes
And spreading sugar over lakes

Smooth and clean and frosty white
The world looks good enough to bite
That's the season to be young
Catching snowflakes on your tongue

Snow is snowy when it's snowing
I'm sorry it's slushy when it's going

 

Snow and ice ornaments here.  No shovel required.