Falling Snow Poems

Snow falls silently here  
On Pahalgam's mourning hills  
Pure crystal white turned red  

White flakes bear witness to loss  
Each one...

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To the skies...cries of have we sinned..the seasons spinned...winter grinned as before it’s really beginned...spring’s been sneakily binned..

That bitter wind does cheekily blow...delivers tingling..slivers of...

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The fruit smoothie spun on the smoothie machine,
as I looked out the window at large snowflakes falling to the ground
I watched, as I was led...

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Cold is the tittering of befitted feet
Cold is the meagre meanders of falling fractals 
Cold is the twinge of bitter blues upon reeling retreats
Cold is...

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It snowed today. I made our hot chocolate just like I always do whenever it snows—rich with chocolate and topped with swirls of whipped cream....

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It is snowing out
The wind is blowing
Spreading on the ground
The wind is blowing 
While the snow  zigs zags

The wind is still blowing 
With the...

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snow…

…falling…

…gently…

 …silently…

   …serenely…

     …onto…

        …a…

       ...

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The sky opened up and suddenly, snow begins to fall
quickly, the large snowflakes jump from the sky
and start to pile up on the ground, quickly...

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When
sleeping
the snow came
flying, swirling,
big white flakes falling
floating down silently
to lay in deep depths to drift.
In the morning it is dazzling,
look at the scenes, oh, look...

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I watch the harbor through the falling snow
the sky and sea form one vast, gray tableau
the sun is nothing but a weak, background glow
the scene...

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The snow lightly fell
bringing thoughts with gravity
Windy, some areas hard to see
Wishes remain, things will go well

I felt the soft, cold touch
on my skin with...

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White powder is softly falling out there,
And the temperature is getting low,
But I, in my soft fleece, am warm in here.

I hear the sound of...

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Oh, lovely snowflakes,
from billowy clouds, 
plump with expectation,
you break free and come tip toeing lightly
on tiny feet, gliding and dancing,
through the air in crisp December.

You...

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                        the...

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The vultures are circling
Like they know
The final act of the falling snow
Time is waiting
Can't you see
The last breath for you and me
We saw it coming
But...

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