The Quiet Storm
Snowflakes fall and hit the ground.
There they land without a sound.
I watch this from my window.
Listening to the Winter wind blow.
I hear it whipping through the trees
and know it is not just a breeze.
Winter weather is abound,
Spring is next to come around.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2014
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