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It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
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Jack Prelutsky151 ratings, 3.86 average rating, 47 reviews
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“There's a leaf clinging fast to
a branch,
though withered, it somehow
holds on,
and a single bird singing its song,
though all of its kindred have gone.
And as long as that little leaf stays,
and as long as that stubborn
bird sings,
then autumn remains in the world,
and winter must wait in the wings.”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
a branch,
though withered, it somehow
holds on,
and a single bird singing its song,
though all of its kindred have gone.
And as long as that little leaf stays,
and as long as that stubborn
bird sings,
then autumn remains in the world,
and winter must wait in the wings.”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
“A snowflake fell into my hand,
a tiny, fragile gem,
a frosty crystal flowerlet
with petals, but no stem.
I wondered at the beauty
of its intricate design,
I breathed, the snowflake vanished,
but for moments, it was mine.”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
a tiny, fragile gem,
a frosty crystal flowerlet
with petals, but no stem.
I wondered at the beauty
of its intricate design,
I breathed, the snowflake vanished,
but for moments, it was mine.”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
“My Snowman sadly bowed
his head
in March, one sunny day,
and this is what he softly said
before he went away:
'In the middle of December
I was handsome, round,
and tall,
now I hardly can remember
those December days at all.
Oh my stomach's started
shrinking,
I am losing all my form,
and I'm thinking as I'm
shrinking
that I wish it weren't warm.
I can feel my shoulders
stooping
as my body's getting thin,
my nose has started
drooping
and my mouth has lost
its grin,
I am surely getting
shorter,
there is little left
of me,
my head is but a quarter
of the size it used to be.
I am getting hard of hearing
and my vision's little use,
for my ears are disappearing
and my eyes are coming loose.
Through the icy weeks
of winter
I stood prouder than a king,
now I'm thinner than
a splinter,
winter's melting into spring!'”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
his head
in March, one sunny day,
and this is what he softly said
before he went away:
'In the middle of December
I was handsome, round,
and tall,
now I hardly can remember
those December days at all.
Oh my stomach's started
shrinking,
I am losing all my form,
and I'm thinking as I'm
shrinking
that I wish it weren't warm.
I can feel my shoulders
stooping
as my body's getting thin,
my nose has started
drooping
and my mouth has lost
its grin,
I am surely getting
shorter,
there is little left
of me,
my head is but a quarter
of the size it used to be.
I am getting hard of hearing
and my vision's little use,
for my ears are disappearing
and my eyes are coming loose.
Through the icy weeks
of winter
I stood prouder than a king,
now I'm thinner than
a splinter,
winter's melting into spring!'”
― It's Snowing! It's Snowing!: Winter Poems
