Tuesday, November 24, 2015

tiny poem tuesday

Even those who dislike Winter
Enjoy the magic of first snow.
Colossal flakes steadily drifting...

Blanketing the lagging fall leaves
With fleecy whiteness.
It's not quite time, the sun returns --
Radiant after the brief scare,
Reflecting off the shiny wetness,
Finding a path through newly bare branches.
Rivulets running down windows and pipes
Drip, drip, drip -- A sound usually reserved
For Spring
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