I waited patiently at the window
I waited for the sun to tire itself out
For the rains to pass
For the clouds to scatter
I waited for the sharp claw of cold
To grip my little world
And all this time
I made the window
My only work of art.
I waited for her, yes.
One evening she came down
From the clouds
With a bit of white at first
And then some more
She powdered the rooftops and the trees
She tip-toed on the fences
She lay down on the windowsill
And danced before me
With an easy twirl.
She came not just for me, I knew.
She came for everyone:
Beggar and bachelor, married man and rake.
But there was something in her way
That flattered my patience
Made me feel well-rewarded
For having had faith in her.
Yes, she came when she was expected
She did not deceive me this year
I only hope she will stay
A little longer.
boy with a hat 
I think that I include poetry in each blog post I write and publish.
I blend in other things in a blog post too.
It is exciting to write a poem with rhyming words or words that relate to each other.