Snow by night
by cricketjeff on December 17, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
A single line of footprints follows me along the street
And turns to take the path up to my door
A cup of tea to warm me and some slippers for my feet
We don’t want snowy imprints on the floor
A snowman stood in silence outside number ninety two
The only sign that anyone was there
The blizzard that just ended left my street as something new
A gold flecked silver blanket everywhere
Inside I’m feeling nice and warm my tea mug in my hands
Outside the world is newly painted white
I’m looking through the window where the lonely snowman stands
With tea all gone I’ll bid my friend goodnight
English