LET IT SNOW

Icicles hang from the roofs edge, as Jack
Frost creates his mystical design over the
panes of glass.

I gaze at each snowflake as falls into my
hand, each with its own identity their
beauty truly mystifies me.

All the trees are covered with new fallen
snow so meticulously, it's as though each
tree was painted so diligently.

The once green grass is now a blanket of
white, snowmen created so perfectly, his
eyes of coal sparkle from the sun, childrens
creations have just begun.

Winter has made an artist out of everyone,
from angels in the snow and Frosty standing
all alone, foot prints laden here and there,
you see a little of Vangogh everywhere.

As my nose turns red and my toes grow cold,
I still think of that old refrain, "Let it
snow, let it snow, let it snow!"

by: KATHRYN R. CARROLL

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