The poem went something like this:
Snowflakes falling like fairy dust...
I turn my face to the sky,
Cold white kisses
Melting on my cheeks
I took the photographs posted here in December.
I awoke one morning to find a wonderland of white
outside my bedroom window--
so I got my camera and took some pictures.
but I still like winter.
I love to look at the beauty of new-fallen snow.
Speaking of snow and poetry--
I often shared Dorothy Aldis's poem
On a Snowy Day
with my elementary students.
I liked the imagery she used in it:
Fence posts wearing marsmallow hats...
Bushes in nightgowns kneeling down to pray...
Trees spreading out snowy skirts
I'd also recite Mary Louise Allen's poem First Snow.
Here are the first two lines:
Snow makes whiteness where it falls.
The bushes look like popcorn balls.
Two of my favorite snow poems are mask poems
in which snow speaks to us:
by Walter de la Mare
Here's how it begins:
Before I melt,
Come look at me!
This lovely icy filigree!
Of a great forest
In one night
I make a wildreness of white...
a poem by Karla Kuskin that ends:
I can make anything
What I touch,
Where I blow,
Even a dump filled with garbage
After I've fallen there.
I am the snow.
In a robe of white
Numbed with cold