Blooming Spring

Still Life with Pussy Willows  Vladimir Maximovich Sokolov

Pussy Willow

by Kate L Brown 

Pussy willow wakened 

From her cozy winter nap,
For the frolicking spring breeze, 

On her door would tap.

“It is chilly weather, 

Though the sun feels good;
I will wrap up warmly 

And wear my furry hood.”

Mistress Pussy Willow 

Opened wide her door;
Never had the sunshine 

Seemed so bright before.

Never had the brooklet 

Seemed so full of cheer; 

“Good morning, Pussy Willow, 

Welcome to you, dear.”

Never guest was quainter, 

Than when Pussy came to town,
In her hood of silver gray, 

And tiny coat of brown. 

Happy little children 

Cried with laugh and shout,
“Spring is coming, coming,
Mistress Pussy Willow’s out.”

A Fur Coat

Morning in a Pine Forest  Ivan Shishkin

Furry Bear

by A. A. Milne

If I were a bear
And a big bear too,
I shouldn't much care
If it froze or snew;
I wouldn't much mind
If it snowed or friz-
I'd be all fur-lined
With a coat like his!

Snowy Coverings

Moscow Smolensky Boulevard Study   Wassily Kandinsky

 Feathery Snow

by Annette Wynne
Feathery snow, floating all day 

Down on the heads of the children at play, 

Coming first slowly, then thickly and fast,
As if the snowing would never be past;
Creeping on curls and blouses and faces.
Filling the chinks in all sorts of places,
Freezing the poor bird with no place to go.
Are you not sorry, O feathery snow? 

Feathery snow, floating all night, 

Aren't you happy again for the light? 

All through the dark you were falling and creeping, 

While little children were safe in bed sleeping; 

But where is the poor bird with no place to go? 

Did you not pity him shivering so? 

Where did he hide him, O feathery snow?