About this time, on every year
Loveliest snowflakes will appear
Not needed, no, but cherished, dear,
The only snow I’ll get, I fear.
And so I celebrate.
What causes people to elate?
A tiny crystal with no weight?
A sparkle that will not abate?
What opens winter’s wonder-gate?
A tendency to cheer!
In honor of the snow, I’ve changed my background to the color of coffee with cream. Mmm!