Walking in Winter

Let's go walking

in the snow, in the snow—

let's discover where the deer go.

 

As our boots squeak

and our cheeks turn pink—

we'll soon forget about the cold

as the snowswept woods unfold.

 

Let's go walking

in the snow, in the snow—

let's listen for the bird-show.

 

Hear that song, soft and clear,

full of love for this time of year—

for snow so wet and deep

and some seeds buried beneath the heap?

 

Let's go walking

in the snow, in the snow—

our footsteps mapping happiness wherever we go.

 

- Irene Latham

Done