There are snowflakes falling all around me, brushing me upon my shoulder.
There are others brushing across my face. They seem to be a little bolder.
There is also an icy wind blowing them around as I glide upon the snow.
The flakes keep floating all around me as down the road my sleigh ride will go.
I have dressed to brace myself from the cold winds bite until at my destination I arrive.
There I will build a warm dancing fire from which great satisfaction I’ll derive.
We will have toasted marshmallows and hot chocolate and roast hot dogs over the fire.
We will settle in for a night of fun and plans for tomorrow we’ll conspire.
The snow brings great joy and excitement and turns the countryside a glorious white.
Tomorrow we will ride the sleigh up the side of the mountain where we’ll find a beautiful sight.
The snow floats gently to the ground and then the wind blows it around.
The horse’s hooves and sleigh bells ringing are a wonderful and peaceful sound.
Come with me on my sleigh ride. Come enjoy a glorious sight.
When the sun comes to shine across the snow it becomes a brilliant white.
They are glorious, and I love snowy sleigh rides, too, a yearly tradition my wife and I still enjoy every December. I wrote a poem about sleigh rides, too - 'Snowy Mornin Ride.'
CarolHawks