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Whimsical Snow
A poem I wrote last winter, watching the first snowfall of the season. |
| Whimsical Snow Flurries of ideas Weave together In the night Looping through The snarly branches Of towering trees Carpeting The ice That lies below Revealing a new More glorious view Of the world. The flurries drift Into mounds Of the impossible Rocks in the road Disappear, dissolve Into the uncharted landscape And foot prints Appear In the canvas, once unwalked When surrounded In the snowy blanket Of a dream. |