February Snow
Whiteout in my gape
Floating open space in forest glades
The shadow is cast shape
Catch'ng images of silver shades
Facing the brouhaha as snow cas·cades
From the lots of God's cast
In the·at·rics with clime win·try
Inside tempo garden of blizz blast
Sound of silence in graupel glows with glee
As it does now to me
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