~ The Flurry Folk
Sitting on a cloud so high
Slate grey haven in the sky
The Flurry Folk work all year
Making flakes with lots of cheer
While Ole Man Winter soundly sleeps
The Flurry Folk happily guard his keep
As the Winter Solstice slowly arrives
The pile of flakes come alive
No two created quite the same
Each snip reflects the Flurries name
There’s Clipper, Chris and Kross
Selected for the flakes to toss
While Windy blows up quite a storm
To awaken Winter from his bed soft and warm
Recovered from his long, long rest
Releasing a howl from his chest
Mighty how the winds do blow
As the flakes swirl into piling snow
Clipper from his slate grey cloud
Announces to the flurries out loud
“Come gather! Come all and toss
Less our season of fun be a lost!”
Then falling fast and furiously
Mounds of snow for all to see
Children laughing with delight
To wake within a world so white
Carefree sledding down a hill
Feeling not Winters, Nip and Chill
The Flurry Folk watch with no surprise
The wonderment in each child’s eyes
After all they work all year
To bring the child Winters cheer.
O’Prunty
11/24/15
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Dedicated to my grandchildren and all who allow their inner child to participate in the beauty of Winter.
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