Winter snow the white garden

Snowballs hit. Kids scream.

Dad has never looked happier

 

 

 

 

Winter Snow

written by Diane Corriette August 2013

I am not a fan of snow to be honest and have no idea what made me write a poem about snow in August but there it is.

I never went out in the snow as a kid and avoided it as much as possible. Walking home from school I really had no choice and did my best to get away from whoever was throwing snowballs at the time and at home you couldn’t drag either of my Caribbean parents out in it even if you paid them… okay, maybe if you paid them but not otherwise.