Fluffy white individuals find their way to the ground,
dancing in circles,
covering the earth with their wetness.
The slush creates panic and accident,
the streets are bare and cold;
the snowflakes continue on.
Each one tells a story, a different path and pattern
though from a distance
they all look the same.
Different reactions are created from snow,
snow delays, excitement,
freezing cold, shoveling, and driving.
So forgetting their woes, the happy take advantage
sledding, flying down the hill.
Snowballs, snowfights, and snowmen, smiling.
2025
1 month ago
2 comments:
see....I can't do that! :P
Strangely beautiful. I especially liked the second and third stanzas.
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