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Poem of the Month for January

Please recite to Mrs. Menke by Wednesday, January 31st.


 

When the World is Full of Snow

by M.N. Bodecker

I never know
just where to go
when all the world
is full of snow.

I do not want
to make a track,
not even
to the shed and back.

I only want
to watch and wait
while snow moths settle
on the gate,

and swarming frost flakes
fill the trees
with billions
of albino bees.

I only want
myself to be
as silent as
a winter tree,

to hear the swirling
stillness grow,
when all the world
is full of snow.