Francine Roberts Poet Rhyme

Flurries Dance

The wind picks up,
The snowflakes fall.
Winter isn't 
Gone at all.

Flowers blooming
On the ground
Lie on a blanket 
All around.

White is the ground
That was just green.
Snowfall creates
A winter scene.

Pussywillows hang
A heavy head.
White is the ground 
And flower bed.

Trees are laden
With a layer of white.
A winter's tableau
On this snowy night.

Flurries dance
Across the sky
Letting us know
Winter's not gone by.

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Larry Belt February 23, 2011 at 7:37 AM You paint a pretty picture my friend......Great Write.....Larry

Robert Pettit February 22, 2011 at 7:00 AM No, winter is still here for another four weeks. We received a reminder overnight in the amount of about five inches.