Snowstorm

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Winter silence hangs in the air
Still, expectant, grand, fair
Like a ballroom before the dance
The woods a hall of full expanse

Birds warm and watching from the pines
Peripherally rustle flights of snow
Down from branches softly, slow
In skirts of magic matched in kind
By suited bushes crystal lined.
Rising scents of winter fashioned
Cedar, evergreens impassion
Now the wind~ an orchestration
Starts to tune its voice
Enter snowflakes to rejoice
O to see this forming dance
I think a snowstorm is full romance.

This poem was written/submitted by Ellen Anderson.

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