The flakes of snow are falling,
The flakes so fluffy-white;
They glisten o'er God's countryside,
It's beauty at its height.
They ermine-tip the branches
Of trees, now bleak and bare,
And oftentimes weigh them downward
As if they're bowed in prayer.
The flakes of snow are falling
On meadowlands and hills;
What a bright and placid scene
When days are winter-filled!
~ Loise Pinkerton Fritz
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