by Remedios Dorio


Cotton alike, it flew everywhere,

Whitened the surface it touch,

It’s cold brought you to quiver,

But also brought joy when it drops.


Throwing snowballs to each other,

Children sat in sleigh and dragged,

Skates kept only for quite of time,

Gave now pleasure with its screeched.


Also, it gave the feelings and thoughts,

That Autumn had past and gone,

And that Spring will come to green,

Later on Summer to enjoy its sun.