“Snowflakes keep coming and coming and coming,
circling and swirling, spinning and twirling,
dancing, playing, there, and there,
floating, floating through the air,
falling, falling everywhere.”
“But snowflakes don’t listen to radio,
snowflakes don’t watch television.
All snowflakes know
is snow, snow, and snow.”
Snow by Uri Shulevitz is one of those books, like The Snow Day (Ezra Jack Keats), that remains a timeless classic to be enjoyed generation after generation.
The story begins with grey skies over a village. A single snowflake appears, along with a few doubtful adults and one hopeful boy. Snow continues to fall on the town and before long, the reader is in a time lapse of accumulating snow.
Whimsical watercolors drip with nostalgia and the lyrical text begs to be read aloud. The details in the illustrations will have you coming back to the book again and again.
This book reminds me of The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, in which the innocence and imagination of youth mirrors the practicality and often seriousness of adulthood.