Sawdust Snow
Whiffs of wood
scent the air,
sawdust snow
everywhere.
Pine board lengths
cut to size,
sawdust snow
begins to rise.
Eyebrows dusted,
lashes white,
sawdust snow
into the night.
Swirling footprints,
sawdust snow,
brother makes
our bookcase grow.
scent the air,
sawdust snow
everywhere.
Pine board lengths
cut to size,
sawdust snow
begins to rise.
Eyebrows dusted,
lashes white,
sawdust snow
into the night.
Swirling footprints,
sawdust snow,
brother makes
our bookcase grow.
This poem is copyright (©) Marty Lapointe-Malchik 2026
About the Writer
Marty Lapointe-Malchik
Marty prefers reading, writing and art supplies to cleaning, weeding or exercise. A poet and writer for little guys, she loves library spaces of any size, doggies and birdies and fireflies. Her writing and collage artwork appears in five poetry anthologies for children as well as in Highlights and High Five magazines. A former teacher, Marty holds degrees in speech pathology and deaf education.
