A Parting Sting
This morn I found a world of snow,
I did not see it falling though.
It fell quietly as I slept,
Upon the slumbering land it crept.
Winter's gift, a parting sting
Before she steps aside for spring,
A final flurry, a wave goodbye.
Her last hurrah, fell from the sky.
Copyright © Gary Smith | Year Posted 2018
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