Inside A Snow Globe

Looking out my window glass

I see a sight that will not last
Tho I am warm within my robe
T'is like I'm in a big snow globe

Out every window, I can see
Flakes of white surrounding me
Swirling, twirling, to and fro
Dance the pure white flakes of snow

They twist and turn, I feel the thrill
They're racing towards my window sill
Mystical bits of flying fluff
My eyes just cannot get enough

As time goes on, they tire out
They flit and spin and float about
Some on roof tops, some in trees
Landing softly, where they please

Changing landscapes, creating scenes
Filled with frosted evergreens
They come to rest without a sound
A fleecy blanket on the ground

Paula Paquette
Artist Donna Race