Elation for percipitaion of the frozen kind

Begins to grow when we are both below

A quilt wathing the snow

The crystals fly the wood is dry

And you are wearing only fireglow

Like a Vermeer tableau

Inside watching the snow

To see the meadow sleep beneath

Its comforter of irridescent white

It sure is quite a sight

The maples and the evergreens

Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost

As in a poem by frost

One of my favorite pastimes

And how well you know

is throughthe picture window

When we watching the snow

The gate is locked the dog's been walked

The lonius is on the stereo

A crepuscule we know

Inside watching the snow

As evening falls the teapot calls

here's hoping several inches more will blow

Since we're contented so

Inside watching the snow

To see the meadow sleep beneath

Its comforter of irridescent white

It sure is quite a sight

The maples and the evergreens

Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost

As in a poem by frost

One of my favorite pastimes

And how well you know

is through the picture window

When we watching the snow

One of my favorite pastimes

And how well you know

is through the picture window

When we watching the snow

One of my favorite pastimes

And how well you know

is throughthe picture window

When we watching the snow