Now it is here, the blanket of white
Amazing how much can fall overnight.
Time to find the scarves, the gloves, the hat
Under the summer storage; that’s where it’s at.
Roads are all icy
Even the walkway’s dicey.
Silent night’s near.
Granted, is that how we take the scene
In front of us, so serene?
Forest for the trees, branching that way and this.
The same with friends and family; a time of bliss
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A nice tribute to snow and the season, but I must admit while I admire the poem, I’m delighted to be where it will be near 80 degrees today. Best of all, I do not have to drive in snow or ice. Of course, I Tweeted.
Beautifully blissful! ♥