Elation for percipitaion of the frozen kind Begins to grow when we are both below A quilt wathing the snow The crystals fly the wood is dry And you are wearing only fireglow Like a Vermeer tableau Inside watching the snow
To see the meadow sleep beneath Its comforter of irridescent white It sure is quite a sight The maples and the evergreens Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost As in a poem by Frost
One of my favorite pastimes And how well you know Is through the picture window When we watching the snow
The gare is locked the dog's been walked Thelonius is on the stereo A crepuscule we know Inside watching the snow As evening falls the teapot calls Here's hoping several inches more will blow Since we7re contented so Inside watching the snow