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© R L Macdivitt 2013

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I gaze skywards

Soft flakes caress and cool my skin

Eyelashes trap and dissolve the crystals

So light, so small, so light

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Like a stadium crowd they come

In twos and threes and in their tens

Jostling and spinning

Floating and settling like birds

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The whiteness obviou s at first

Then, seeming slow to accumulate

Imperseptively building a blanket of soft nothingness

All sounds around are softly muted

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Flake on flake, then,softly wind-blown

Swirling in hazy clouds

Drifting into corners

Hiding the ugliest of places

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Under the growing layers

Bulbs and stalwart plants enjoy some protection

Cold as it is, snow’s no match for frost

And while her pristine surface freeze,s her depths resist

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Sheep and cattle, deer and birds

Huddle for warmth as the chill grows

Heavy grey skies, featureless, brood high above

Dducks and geese make the best of open wate,r knowing . that each day brings a harder life

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On reaching dusk the bright reflection delays the night

The only ways that I can ckeck for the fall is by the feel

There upon my face or, by watching against the lamp

The flakesmerely showing as shadows

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Morning, and even the birds are hushed, everywhere a stillness

The snow, now no longer falling has blanketed everything

Small tracks, some light, some scurried

All that reveals the path of early adventureres

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The clouds roll back in a line

Revealed, blue sky deeper than Italian summer

Glinting and shining, the trees display

As if to compete with each other s pristine veils

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I know the cost of underestimation

Of ignoring the snow’s power to control

But, today I’m happy to revel in it’s beauty

And to thank my God for a beautiful day

Branka and Myrna,

I'm so pleased that I have brought some joy to two of my best Adland friends.

Roger

I just found my friend Branka's comments here again.

Maybe I should write a poem.

Roger