Snow’s carried on the breath of wind
Beneath the murky cloud.
It coats the countryside and towns
Within its fleecy shroud.
Then whirling, twirling, spinning fast
And dancing on the breeze –
It gently lands on village streets;
On lawns and leafless trees.
It covers both the twigs and bough,
The hedgerows and the farm,
And paints a stunning silvery scene -
A touch of wintry charm.
Its fluffy coat, bright in the sun,
Adorns the tops of trees
And the world of nature’s captured
In a sculptured, frosty frieze.
Then as the sun begins to sink
Down in the western sky –
The chilly breeze begins to stir
And quietly breathes a sigh.
The spectral moon comes into view,
Yet from a nearby tree
A robin, with its breast of fire,
Sings one last song for me.
The brightest planet, Venus, shines
Upon a world that’s still;
We shut our doors, brush off the snow
And escape the winter’s chill.
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