Thaw

by Eunice Tietjens

The snow is soft, and how it squashes!

“Galumph, galumph!” go my galoshes.

The Mitten Song (to be chanted) by Marie Louise Allen

“Thumbs in the thumb-place, Fingers all together!” This is the song

We sing in mitten-weather. When it is cold, It doesn’t matter whether
Mittens are wool, Or made of finest leather. This is the song

We sing in mitten-weather: “Thumbs in the thumb-place, Fingers all
together!”

My Zipper Suit

by Marie Louise Allen

My zipper suit is bunny-brown— The top zips up, the legs zip down.

I wear it every day.

My daddy brought it out from town. Zip it up, and zip it down, And hurry
out to play!

Cynthia in the Snow by Gwendolyn Brooks

IT SUSHES.
It hushes
The loudness in the road. It flitter-twitters, And laughs away from
me. It laughs a lovely whiteness, And whitely whirs away, To be
Some otherwhere, Still white as milk or shirts. So beautiful it hurts.

City Lights

by Rachel Field

Into the endless dark

The lights of the buildings shine, Row upon twinkling row, Line upon
glistening line.

Up and up they mount Till the tallest seems to be The topmost taper set
On a towering Christmas tree.

City

by Langston Hughes

In the morning the city Spreads its wings Making a song In stone that
sings.

In the evening the city Goes to bed

Hanging lights About its head.