Snowfall
Not a sound to be heard
no one and nothing stirs
frozen earth rises solemn but awake
to kiss each silent flake,
floating in a pattern etching
white crested lines stretching
touching sky to land in every pass
piled drifts crushed against browning grass,
even wind is silent and still
as the snow begins to quickly spill,
and every place you see is white
mesmerized by snowfall in winter's delight.
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