God's Site
The birds take flight as snow turns the ground white,
And flakes so light stick together all night
To form a sight of snow drifts of great height.
Powder just right greets our skis at daylight,
And edges bite in this mountain delight.
"Is this God's site?" and He answered me "Quite!"
4/25/2017
For contest Rhymer's Delight - Internal Monorhyme - 2
For John Hamilton
Copyright © Larry Bradfield | Year Posted 2017
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