By Thomas Hood

No sun - no moon! No morn - no noon No dawn - no dusk - no proper time of day. No warmth, no cheerfulness, no healthful ease, No comfortable feel in any member No shade, no shine, no butterflies, no bees, No fruits, no flowers, no leaves, no birds! November!

Joanne Leydon © 2010

Dragon Smoke
By Lillian Moore

Breathe and blow White clouds with every puff. It's cold today, Cold enough to see your breath. Huff! Breathe dragon smoke today!

Joanne Leydon © 2010

First Snow by Marie Louise Allen Snow makes whiteness where it falls. The bushes look like popcornballs. The places where I always play Look like somewhere else today.

Joanne Leydon © 2010

Jack Frost
by Helen Bayley Davis

Someone painted pictures on my Windowpane last night -Willow trees with trailing boughs And flowers, frosty white, And lovely crystal butterflies; But when the morning sun Touched them with its golden beams, They vanished one by one.

Joanne Leydon © 2010

The North Wind Doth Blow

The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will poor robin do then, Poor thing? He'll sit in a barn, And keep himself warm, And hide his head under his wing, Poor thing. The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the dormouse do then, Poor thing? Roll'd up like a ball, In his nest snug and small, He'll sleep till warm weather comes in, Poor thing. The north wind doth blow, And we shall have snow, And what will the children do then, Poor things? When lessons are done, They must skip hump, and run, Until they have made themselves warm, Poor things.
Joanne Leydon © 2010

Picture Books in Winter
by Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer fading, winter comes-Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books?

Joanne Leydon © 2010


by Shel Silverstein

I made myself a snow ball as perfect as could be. I thought I'd keep it as a pet and let it sleep with me. I made it some pajamas and a pillow for it's head. Then, last night it ran away. But first -it wet the bed.

Joanne Leydon © 2010

A Story in the Snow
by Pearl Riggs Crouch

This morning, as I walked to school Across the fluffy snow, I came upon a bunny's tracks A jumping, zigzag row. He must have hurried very fast, For here and there I saw Along his jerky, winding trail The print of Rover's paw. I set my lunch pail on the snow And stood there very still, For only Rover's clumsy tracks Led down the little hill. Then suddenly I thought I heard A rustling sound close by; And there within a grassy clump Shone bunny's twinkling eye.

Joanne Leydon © 2010