Early this morning, white,
Absorbed since, after suns bright,
Tears make my eyes blurry,
Not a single left, flurry…
Sure they will again return,
Not like the sun will anything burn,
Maybe in the southern hemisphere,
But I just loved watching them flitter by,
Flurries felt as if they were of me a peer…
© ed ;-) 11/21/08
Cheers,
Dan
Georg
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Falling snow is a beautiful thing. I haven't seen snow in years, and your poem made me a little homesick for childhood.
Mary
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
PS And don't forget - mail those Holiday packages to your brothers early this year - hate for you to get caught in a real snowstorm on the way to the Post Office!