Snow in Toronto
It is March break. The sun is shining down on Toronto’s gigantic snow piles. Perhaps some day the snow will melt. I imagine spring flowers hibernating far below, staying warm in their bulbs. Please don’t wake up yet! Snow! Snow! Snow! We hardly know where to put it anymore! Last week, just before I went out to shovel snow (again!), I put pencil to paper and began to write a snow poem that turned into a poem about colours.
White If You Know : Your verses!
from Taivi Lobu
Silver – go look! It’s the babbling brook. The babbling brook - it’s silver, go look!
from Rick Hehner
Black if I’m right * Is the colour of night * The colour of night * Is black if I’m right
Pink if you say * Are my toes, okay? * My toes, okay? * Are pink if you say
from Ginny Walsh
Orange I have seen * Is a tangerine * A tangerine * Is orange I have seen
Yellow I am told * Is a marigold * A marigold * Is yellow I am told
from Janet Buchanan
Blue, my oh my * Is the colour of sky * The colour of sky * Is blue, my oh my
See the original poem in the Mailbox (click on the envelope at left)