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January by Leland B. Jacobs.
January opens
The box of the year
And brings out days
That are bright and clear.
And brings out days
That are cold and gray,
And shouts, «Come see
What I brought today!»
The Snow by F. Ann Elliott
The snow in bitter cold, Fell all the night; And we awoke to see The garden white.
And still the silvery flakes Go whirling by, White feathers guttering From a grey sky.
Beyond the gate, soft feet In silence go, Beyond the frosted pane White shines the snow.
Winter
The street cars are
Like frosted cakes - All covered up With cold snowflakes. The horses' hoofs Scrunch on the street; Their eyelashes Are white with sleet. And everywhere The people go - With faces tickled By the snow.
Falling Snow
See the pretty snowflakes
Falling from the sky;
On the wall and housetops
Soft and thick they lie.
On the window ledges,
On the branches bare;
Now how fast they gather,
Filling all the air.
Look into the garden,
Where the grass was green;
Covered by the snowflakes,
Not a blade is seen.
Now the bare black bushes
All look soft and white,
Every twig is laden, What a pretty sight!
January Little January Tapped at my door today. And said, "Put on your winter wraps,
And come outdoors to play." Little January Is always full of fun; Today we coasted down the hill, Until the set of sun. Little January Will stay a month with me And we will have such jolly times - Just come along and see. Winifred C. Marshall
Father Frost.
Father Frost, bring many toys
For little girls and little boys!
In winter when fields are white.
In winter, when the fields are white,
I sing this song for your delight.
In spring, when woods are getting green,
I'll try and tell you what I mean.
In summer, when the days are long,
Perhaps you'll understand the song.
In autumn, when the leaves are brown,
Take a pen and ink, and write it down.
© 2021, Горбунова Александра Николаевна 1077