Written a few years ago after a (at that time) rare snowfall in Washington.
How soft the world looked today
Blanketed in cold, white cotton,
All seemed clean and bright
And happy with innocent delight,
Child smiles on grown, weary faces
And laughter in responsible eyes,
Stepping lightly with slippery feet
and happy with innocent delight.
Tomorrow may bring woes again,
Heavy shoulders and sighs,
But the world was easier today
And happy with innocent delight.
M. Lancaster
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