Snowfall
31 December 2009
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Silently falling through the air the snow
Blankets the bareness of the earth below.
Branches of trees once black are white
With crystals pure and glistening with light.
The hardy venture boldly out into the street
Exchanging cheerful greetings with everyone they meet.
From wherever winters weary wanderers roam
Muffled footsteps make their way toward home.
I like your poem Ken.
Ken,
Nice poem brother !
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