James K. McAlister



On a winter day

Everything is calm.

Snow, ready to be thrown,

In the centre of my palm.


No birds chirp.

No creatures run.

Gone south or sleeping,

Waiting for the sun.


I grab my toboggan

And fly down a hill.

Cold air on my face

Gives me a chill.


On a winter day

Go out and play!

Enjoy the fluffy snow

Before it melts away!



© 2004, James McAlister

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