On our way, in the car
He cried, “Want to play with snow.”
So we bought a sled
And found a hill
We took him out and said, “Let’s go.”

He took off running; fell right down.
Laughter vanished. Instant frown.
He didn’t know,
(he’s only two)
That snow
Was cold.

His little fingers began to freeze.
It was twenty-five degrees.
So we got back in the car again
And drove back home from the mountain.
And on the way
We saw some snow
And we saw some rain.

January 2013