In the darkness of the night,
Snow gently and silently falling.
Creating a hush,
Visible only by it’s appearance
In the glow of the street lights.
Changing the scenery a romantic sight.
To the young,
The anticipation of the most boisterous fun.
Yet for others caught in murderous scenes,
It conceals the horror.
Dropping thickly to be collected
To quench the unrelenting thirst.
Whichever way you view it,
Snow is a blessing at times to us.
2024 © Penny Wobbly of WobblingPen
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