Crystals of snow that sparkle and shine,
Sprinkled and scattered a dusting divine.
Where is the Winter's fairy I say?
For twas she who came out here to play
Never to be seen yet she paints a snow white
Her artistry colors the day and the night.
A pure virgin coat she blankets the earth
And soon winter's sleep springs forth to birth
But where... oh where is the fairy of snow.
When to her dusting she doeth bestow?
Your blog inspired this poem I just wrote. Thanks for sharing.