Saturday, February 16, 2013

Snow Acrostic

Stealthy, silent, it seeks purchase in winter's hard earth, this
Night a ballerina dressed in pinkish white, blurred, whirling
Over land as flakes spread, casting light and movement
While we sleep on, blind to such proud and lonely encores.

to Room 171's first- and second-grade children, who cannot yet express themselves quite the way they will someday, but who still know enough to appreciate the wonder that is snow

2 comments:

Christine said...

Sarah, when will we meet and talk writing and life and children and all of what matters? I am such a fan. xo

alejna said...

This is so charming. I love what you can do with words.