"Make Paper Snowflakes"
And rather serendipitously my resident poet, Marissa, crafted a little tome entitled "Blizzards" today that I shall leave you with.
Blizzard and it's dull gray clouds
Cover the sad day with a shroud.
The snowflakes are white and made of lace
and fall to the ground in a glorious pace.
The weight of the snow makes branches droop
I'm gonna eat some potato soup.
The snow swirls outside my window
I think it wants to put on a show.
Some blizzards are big and boasting
And through the town it will be coasting.
Some blizzards are quiet and shy
and soar softly across the sky.
And that night when no one's awake
the blizzard will silently, silently take
the houses, the sidewalks and crooked old trees
the sheds, the pond, and my garden of peas.
So when you go out please build a snowman
Who welcomes the blizzards like nobody can.