Penguin
He lives in the freezing cold of Antarctica
With all the Eskimos
His black and white skin
Makes him look like
He's wearing a tuxedo
He walks and swims but I bet
The majority of the time
He's just trying to stay warm.
Of all the poems
Ever written on snowflakes
No two are alike
Snow Show
Snow falls gently on the ground
Not making a single sound
It is soft and pure, not wild and free,
Creating winter's pageantry!
*Previously published in Poetic Expressions