Just a short little poem about my homestate.
|W hy just watch as the gentle winds blow
I n sweet little remainders of flurrying
S nowflakes. Softly drifting and coating all things in a
C old white blanket for the earth.
O bserve those little birds as they flitter home.
N estled tight in their nests and dens,
S leepy animals hunker down hibernating.
I n these quiet and nonchalant moments we see a
N everending beauty in Wisconsin's winters.