As is the trend on several children's literature blogs and elswhere, I will post a favorite poem each Friday. No sign of snow in Chicago (46 degrees and rain today), yet this poem from Jack Prelutsky's It's Snowing! It's Snowing! makes me hopeful that we'll be able to study snowflakes this year.
A Snowflake Fell
A snowflake fell into my hand,
a tiny fragile gem,
a frosty crystal flowerlet
with petals, but no stem.
I wondered at the beauty
of its intricate design,
I breathed, the snowflake vanished,
but for moments it was mine.
