Little flakes of frozen water
How can they cause such a stir
Young and old are filled with wonder
At the first snow of the year
Somehow we are held enchanted
By the most familiar scene
Little flakes of crunchy whiteness
Oh so perfect, oh so clean
Well known paths become distorted
Hardened edges freshly blurred
Like a blanket draped so softly
Usual sounds are silenced, slurred.
In the snow our world looks different
Slightly softer round the edges
Footprints suddenly are noticed
Made by birds on window ledges
Twirling dizziness inducing
swirling snowflakes from the sky
Return us to the days of childhood
Building snowmen, you and I.
Karen Holmes
30 November 2010
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