Saturday, December 13, 2008

The Snow

The snow, in bitter cold,

Fell all the night;

And we awoke to see

The garden white.

And still the silvery flakes

Go whirling by,

White feathers fluttering

From a gray sky.

Beyond the gate, soft feet

In silence go,

Beyond the frosted pane.

White shines the snow.

by Ann Elliot


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