Hold My Hand

By Charlotte Zolotow

 

Dark Dark Dark

Black clouds and the wind sighs.

We walk together, you and I,

and it’s gray and black

and the wind sighs.

 

How cold it is!

Oh, hold my hand.

 

The wind stops.

Everything is still.

There is only the cold

cold cold cold

Oh, hold my hand.

 

I look at you

and suddenly the air

is full of snow

 

The snowflakes cling

like bits of ice

to our mittens.

 

Look!

The dried grass is tipped with white.

Everything is light and cold.

 

We walk together 

through the snow.

 

It’s on your hat.

It’s in your hair.

It’s on your scarf.

Your cheeks are red.

 

But oh, it’s cold

white and bright and cold.

Oh,  hold my hand!