Snowflakes swirling through the air
Descend to dress the landscape bare.
Floating gently to the ground,
They come to rest without a sound.
Streaming from a laden sky,
Whirling bows go drifting by,
Counting rooftops, dusting lanes,
Dancing by the windowpane.
Falling snow of frosted lace
Accents the glow upon my face
And thrills a child's heart with delight
To bring "Old Frosty" back to life.
Born of Winter, tempest tossed,
Forming blankets laced with frost.
Moonbeams catch your crystals bright,
Creating magic in the night.
~ Annette Lightbourn
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