I wrote this poem in December 2007 for my Christmas letter:
Oh, bird of snow, where do you go
into the clouds so high?
Do you touch the angels wings
and help the snowflakes fly?
Do you land on boughs of fir
in landscapes of pure white?
And do you ever sing a song
that brings our ears delight?
And now on a more humorous note…
“Somehow Clara understood, this was NOT what it means to be a snow bird!”
I wish I could “fly” south for the winter! Four seasons are for the birds!
Hope this gives you a smile today! 😄