Betty Harp Butler Poet Rhyme

Snow

Gently floating to the ground,
Silently, stealthily, not a sound.
Each flake unique, made by God’s own hand,
Exquisite frozen beauty, all over the land.
Softly, surely, giving earth a warm glow,
Flake upon flake, covering the Earth with snow.

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Rex Mccoy December 11, 2016 at 9:36 AM I agree, it's beauty is second to none and when I was younger I excited to see it falling. Today, I much prefer looking at it through my windows then go for a soak in the hot tub :) Betty Harp Butler December 13, 2016 at 2:06 PM Me too Rex. :)