(The view from our second floor bedroom window, which looks out over the Assabet River in Maynard, Massachusetts. It looked particularly frosty one morning after more snow fell.)
Two recent snowstorms in February inspired today’s poem — Snow. I penned this poem during a Writer’s Workshop in my Kindergarten class. I start each workshop with 10 minutes of “no teacher help,” which gives students a chance to settle in and all adults working in my classroom at that moment in time a chance sit at student tables and write alongside them. At the end of workshop time, we sit with feedback partners for about 5-10 minutes, sharing “glows” (compliments) and “grows” (suggestions).* I give full credit to my 5-year old partner that day, Sonya, who suggested I add a squirrel for the snow to tumble onto. Sonya loves squirrels! I happily took her suggestion, and she was thrilled when I read it to the class.
Winter’s carpet covers all in its path.
Fluffy blue-tinged sunny spots,
Crusty white shady spots.
Tumbling from branches onto unsuspecting squirrels searching for food.
How long will it last?
Only spring knows.
— Christie Wyman, 2017
*To learn more about “glows,” “grows,” and feedback partners, see Jennifer McDonough and Kristin Ackerman’s wonderful Conferring with Young Writers: What to Do When You Don’t Know What to Do. (Stenhouse)
This post is part of the annual month-long Slice of Life writing challenge organized by Two Writing Teachers. Join us! It’s my first time slicing!