The melancholy of a drifting snow
As it paints the night and shadows below
Exposing the darkness for all to see
Shared with sadness this reverie
Winter lulling the senses to sleep
Colors of meadow now buried deep
A canvas of white fading to gray
In somber of season life slips away
No moon or stars to soften this night
Tis the harshness of bitter cold and ice
As I cower at fireside awaiting dreams
Of blossoms sweet with kiss of spring
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Very nice Wordman
Thankyou Mr. Jones, glad you
Thankyou Mr. Jones, glad you enjoyed this one.