Snow Scene
By Georgia B. Adams

The snow is falling softly now
On every naked branch and bough;
Like lace, the flakes gently descend.
See how the roads that twist and bend

Have almost lost identity
Beneath this sparling majesty;
The everlasting hills beyond
Their snow-white ermine capes have donned;

The mountains, regal in repose,
Release me from my daily woes;
On every naked branch and bough,
The snow is falling softly now.


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