The First Snow
The first snow comes out of November blue
An unexpected bliss free of the wintry rue
Hear the rustle, feel the crystal tingle
Wish more of it, heavier and perennial
Hills appear and disappear through vapor
As if sketches drawn and erased on paper
Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder
Let it be as pure as snow white all over
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Author:
arobot (
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Comments2
Remember those fondly
Real - enjoyed this very much. Great construction. Clean, straightforward and very vivid.
Also cooled me down a few degrees.
Dave
Australia
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