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 beSome 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.