The snow falls down softly to start;
A
peacefulness it does impart
And
all through the night
A
blanket of white
Keeps
its pace like the beat of a heart.
By
morning, the plows have come through,
Making
paths with their salt and sand crew
But
the bushes and cars
Still
retain reservoirs
Of
the fresh-fallen snowflakes on view.
Hours
later, in snow boots with treads,
Come
the parents and kids with their sleds,
Heading
into the cold;
Such
a joy to behold
From
the warmth of our couches or beds.
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