The first snow, soft and thick,
The first swirling flakes.
The children press their faces
Against the window and rejoice.Now the last bit of green
Is quietly, quietly buried.
But their young cheeks glow,
They long for winter.Sledging and the jingle of bells
And snowballs flying round their ears!
– Childhood joy, where are you? Long,
Long buried in snow and frozen stiff.As the flakes fall soft and thick,
We stand there, perhaps startled,
But the little ones don’t realise it,
Beaming with joy and reeling with delight.Gustav Falke (1853-1916)
