Snow

Another challenge from one of my friends.

Sometimes it drifts down,

In a dance with the sky,

Sometimes it’s blown by the wind,

Until it bites my cheeks,

Tiny pieces of cold,

Either way,

It fills our driveway,

Covering my world with a blanket,

A frosty,

Icy blanket,

Making a magical place,

A white,

Wonderland,

Pure,

Cold,

Filled with beauty.

The End

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