Wander and Wonder
A winter morning’s sherbert sky.
A chilly breeze goes dancing by.
I cannot help but follow yonder.
To wonder and wander.
Crunchy steps on frosty leaves,
Mittens tucked into my sleeves.
I see snow clouds I must get under,
To wander and wonder.
The treeline and the clouds commence.
I hoist myself and hop the fence.
The sky grows dark and bleak, I ponder:
Should I be out to wander?
I turn about-face from the storm.
I dash back home as rain clouds form.
Back in my house I hear the thunder.
I read a book and wonder.
A chilly breeze goes dancing by.
I cannot help but follow yonder.
To wonder and wander.
Crunchy steps on frosty leaves,
Mittens tucked into my sleeves.
I see snow clouds I must get under,
To wander and wonder.
The treeline and the clouds commence.
I hoist myself and hop the fence.
The sky grows dark and bleak, I ponder:
Should I be out to wander?
I turn about-face from the storm.
I dash back home as rain clouds form.
Back in my house I hear the thunder.
I read a book and wonder.
This poem is copyright (©) Jessie Raspbury 2026
About the Writer
Jessie Raspbury
Jessie is a mother of two, massage therapist and freelance writer living in Portland, Maine with her husband and kids. She mainly writes children's literature and educational content, with her first love being poetry! When she's not working or writing, Jessie can be found hiking, playing guitar and singing, or making mac and cheese for the kids.
