Sometimes
The snow flies quietly down
Melting before
It touches frozen ground.
No thunder clap
Heralds the falling down
No flash of blazing light
Lets us know.
No roar or rush
Of coming water no
Just snow
Snow quietly falling down.
~ Patrice
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I like reading your descriptions. It brings back the fond memories of snow. I tried to remember the last time I had a snow experience and it was in Japan. Maybe I need to reacquaint myself with California snow.
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Glad you like my descriptions!
Experiencing some California snow I think is a great idea 😎
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