Snow

The distant skies,
Are dark and grey.
The clouds are full,
With snow at bay.

I wait patiently,
For the clouds to break,
Excited to see
the first pure white flake.

The clouds opn up,
It begins to snow,
It falls on fences,
Each neat little row.

It falls on gardens,
Roofs, sheds and cars,
It's not stopping now,
Not by far.

It falls thick and fast,
White flakes of fun,
Leaving in it's wake,
A world come undone.

Our normal grey world,
Illustrious in white,
Oh how I rejoice at,
The beautiful sight.

Soon will be untouched,
Marred by footstep,
So until then I pray
That it is kept.

Only an hour later,
The first door opens,
And from the safety of warmth,
A young child leapt.

And jumps in the snow,
With blue wellies on,
He bounces and stomps,
Having some fun!

Snowballs he makes as
He plays in the snow,
He laughs as he targets
his sister and throws.

But I know,
That all too soon,
The snow becomes tiresome,
As out comes the moon.

The children retreat,
Off to their beds,
Where their dreams are
of Santa instead.

But still I sit by
The window and look,
The beauty of the snow,
A riveting hook.





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