I've never walked by the woods on a snowy evening,
Never have the snow-covered paths ever held my footprints.
Oh how much I desire to see the snowflakes floating by,
And how I crave to taste one on my outstretched tongue.
I've never built a snowman or had a snowball fight,
I never knew the arrival of Christmas from the chill of the night.
Oh! how I long to see a blade of grass enveloped in crisp frost,
That melts on the softest of touch to reveal the lush it veiled.
I wish to sit by the crackling fire at home,
In my warmest clothes,
Reading another account of a snowy night by another man of words,
Sipping a spoonful of hot soup,
My face, all red and smooth.
I have but known these snowy days,
Through the eyes and ears of the masters of verses,
And would they cease to hail the mist and snow!
Oh how I wish to revel in the fun and frolic,
Beauty and wonders of the cold.