Snow comes flying down
laying waste to brown ground
swirls, banks of white
blowing on into night.
Hiding the sun, the moon
making all the landscape
a stark sight
enveloping the earth
like a giant cocoon .
It may be tomorrow
all will melt
til then enjoy the scene
and later
remember how it felt.
~ Patrice
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