Poems (Grossman)/Winter

by Ethel B. Grossman

For works with similar titles, see Winter.

WINTER

Winter with its ice and snow,When the rivers cannot flow,When the sky is dull and gray,How we wish for spring-time, gay.

   Hills are slippery,    Boys are coasting,   Laughing, chaffing,    Roasting, boasting,   Down they come at    Full speed. Whew!   Walking, talking,    Skating, too!

   Though the air is cold,    And the sky is gray,   I am passing fond    Of a winter's day.

January, 1914.