SNOW 



SNOWFLAKES 



OUT of the sky they come 



Wandering down the air, 

 Some to the roofs and some 



Whiten the branches bare. 



Some in the empty nest, 

 Some on the ground below. 



Until the world is dressed 

 All in a gown of snow. 



Dressed in a fleecy gown 

 Out of the snowflakes spun ; 



Wearing a golden crown, 

 Over her head the sun. 



Out of the sky again 



Ghosts of the flowers that died 

 Visit the earth, and then 

 Under the white drifts hide. 



FRANK DEMPSTER SHERMAN, 

 102 



