The snow is like a dancer, twirling
Across the front lawn
Flakes tip toe on the rooftop
Prance next door
Pirouette through the trees
There is a rhythm
A movement
That is both stunning
And startling
Difficult to grasp, to mimic
Beautiful in its grace and fury.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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