SNOWFALL by Cynthia Smith

[As we get another flurry of Winter…Ed]
SNOWFALL by Cynthia Smith
Falling, falling,
Straight down, unflurried,
Sparkling snowflakes,
Softly, unhurried.
Peaceful, dreamlike,
Silvering the landscape,
Ugly streets and buildings, now
Snow adorns the man-scape.
Trees, hills, even motorways
Shine with rare beauty,
Decked in a new disguise.
Nature’s done her duty.
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