Snow by Nancy Dingman Walsh & Illus by Erik Blegvad

Snow

The strawberry hill is covered with snow

and blueberry bushes tick the ice

And windflowers lean on the drifts below

And the snow is trailed with the feet of mice.

I'm up on the hill, I'm deep in the woods,

I'm walking on wintery crust

And whenever I bump in a furry pine branch

I'm powdered with a snowflake dust. 

I stand very still and a crow caw, caws

A rabbit slips under a root

I hold my breath and the snow sifts down

And a chickadee hops on my boot.