by Eric Finney
We looked out of our bedroom at midnight:
Now how could we go to sleep
When the world out there was as bright as day
And the snow was lying deep?
So we muffled up and out we went --
Nobody heard us go --
And we stood in the magic of moonlight
In a garden wrapped in snow.
Everything changed, enchanted:
Our garden seat a throne,
The bushes softly smothered,
The trees as white as bone.
For awhile we could only look,
Held in a spell, but soon
We were shaping hard, cold snowballs
And throwing them at the moon.
Tomorrow: snowmen and snowfights
And clearing a track for the cars,
Treading it all into slush, but tonight
We snowballed the moon and the stars.
from Sing a Song of Seasons
A Nature Poem for Each Day of the Year
selected by Fiona Waters
illustrated by Frann Preston-Gannon
Candlewick Press, 2018
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