Except for a boy
Delivering papers.
All is still _
No wind, no sun,
No noise -but, wait!
The tops of the trees
Begin to stir.
The boy decides
To button his coat.
All is not still _
The wind has come
To ravage the town.
All is not still _
To blow gates shut
And signposts down.
The sun begins
To clear the trees,
But it can't shine
Through rain and freeze.
Nothing is still _
The wind has whipped up
Great white snow flakes.
Nothing is still _
Children stir in
Heated bedrooms.
The boy is struggling
Hard to finish.
The wind is trying
Hard to stop him.
All is still _
The world has become
A pastel paint-box.
All is still _
Where once was landscape
Now is snow-scape.
Cars and walls,
Houses, trees _
All are under
This silver blanket _
And, all is still again.
