It fell from a cloud
It fluttered around
From tree branch to garden,
All across town.
It hit the ground,
Was kicked back up
And floated onto
The wing of a duck.
A quack and a flap
Launched it again
On a skyward ride rarer
Than a tooth in a hen.
The view it had during
These falls and rises
Was chock fulla fun,
The real life kind sweeter
Than cookies or cake
That shows how cool it is
To be a snowflake.
FOR REALCICLE – This is a photo of an actual snowflake, captured by photographer Douglas Levere. To see more incredible images from his snowflake gallery, click here.
Dad says what we got’s magic snow,
That somehow made our driveway grow,
That somehow made him say words that
He swears he doesn’t really know.
Dad says that each new inch that falls
Lengthens the driveway by ten feet,
That if we left right now, perhaps,
Some time next year we’d reach the street.
Dad says the thing we need most now
Is a summer-style-sun,
To melt some of this magic snow
And make our driveway a walkable one.
Mom says that sounds great but while we wait
A pass with the shovel may be in order.
Dad hears and looks nervous before blurting out,
“But I can’t! Don’t you know? I’m a magic snow hoarder!”