Snow?

As it's forecast, here's a poem about snow in my local area I wrote a couple of years ..

The White Stuff

It is dark and cast over
when I open the night window,
crystal cold air takes my breath.
The sky is weighty with clouds,
waiting ....
for me to shut my sleep eyes
and then stealthy and silent
the soft white flakes
will shoal down in the quiet night
and create a new white land
around my house. White garden,
roofs and trees and roads
will catch my breath again
when I wake.

Anna Meryt 2006 (c)

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