Every year when it gets colder outside,
I find myself waiting at the window wide-eyed.
I see wind and some rain, and I sometimes see ice,
But there’s one particular weather pattern that’s so seasonally nice.
It can be fluffy or sticky, and it’s often bright white,
And it’s usually the cause of a most festive fight.
When the temperature drops and the clouds look just so,
I pull out my ski jacket and get ready for—yes!—snow!
Now if you look outside and see no snowflakes in sight,
I have a travel solution that requires no flights:
You can journey to snowy lands all over the globe,
Use Google Maps Street View—you can even wear your bathrobe.
Visit this street in Norway, and imagine you hear,
The pitter-patter of strolling reindeer.
Then some miles south in Nuuksio, Finland,
You’ll see perfect snow that the Northern Lights skim.
When you’re ready, we’ll head west to France,
And watch skiers fly down the snow in their dance.
Things are much warmer for these monkeys in Japan,
They’ve got themselves a hot tub, all they need is a tan.
Thanks for joining me here, and listening to my poem,
Or perhaps, given the subject, you could call it a snow-em.