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Friday, January 16, 2009

SNOW POETRY











Falling, falling, ever falling, never-ending


Gracefully, delicately, carefully, beautifully,


It drifts down with the greatest of care.


Each flake has its own place and it knows just where to go


Together the flakes form a soft, white blanket


That covers everything in sight


As if tucking the whole world in long and cold night


It makes even the garbage cans become


Amazing, perfect, white sculptures of snow


It evenly glazes every rooftop


To look as it they were perfectly iced gingerbread houses


Bare skeletons of trees are transformed


Into another masterpiece of the amazing snow


At first you might not hear their sound


But if you wait and listen carefully


You can hear the music they make


Twinkling, shining, glimmering, drifting, sparkling


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