Outside it's snowing
Windows fogging
I am blogging
Fires are warming
Ice is forming
Plants are dieing
The air is drying
My boots are furry
We've got to hurry
Roads are icy
The wind is fiesty
The snow is lovely
It's been lain lushly
I walk on it softly
It looks almost ghostly
On the window it's tapping
The seasons are passing
Snow I am catching
To my lashes they're clasping
The chill like a lashing
It's bite like a slashing
The sun, it's refreshing
Although animals are resting
Soundly and innocently
I walk conteniously
Now remembering it pleasently
I think of it heavenly
I wait for it patiently
And watch it scilently
But, wait for it obediently
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