Monday, January 10, 2011

Snow

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.

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