THE SNOWFALL

The sky is filled,

This magic night,

With fairies, dancing

Down in white,

And diamonds all endowed;

A myriad of

Falling fluff,

As if, perhaps,

An angel’s puff,
Upset a passing cloud.

Down, down they drift,

Till the terrain

Is sprinkled o’er

With cellophane,
And all the world’s aglow;

But as they fall,

My fairies die,

And in the fields

So still they lie,
A sheet of silent snow.

by Selma Rosenberg Daitch, 12 Dec 1944
[Photo from Ynetnews.com]