I thought of my daughters sassy quip with todays writing prompt—ease—“I’m not feeling it.” So today I am deviating from the prompt.

Early last week we had a delightful skiff of snow fall quietly in the night. To me snow is like magic. I am sure if more fell where we live I may hold a different opinion. But I do not. We can have a good amount of snow at times. This year has not been much, making the bit that fell last week a joy and wonder.

We grew up with our mother reading poetry to us. We still enjoy it to this day. So for today, I would like to share three snow poems with you.