Snowy Morning
by Lilian Moore
Wake gently this morning to a different day. Listen.
There is no bray of buses, no brake growls, no siren howls and no horns
blow.
There is only the silence of a city hushed by snow.
Ice
by Dorothy Aldis
When it is the winter time
I run up the street
And I make the ice laugh
With my little feet— “Crickle, crackle, crickle
Crrreeet, crrreeet, crrreeet.”
