So soft it's falling,
Soft and white the falling snow--
Whiteness without end.
Clouds of falling white
Swirl around my front window.
They race through the air.
It's St. Patrick's Day,
But everything is is bright white.
The green is inside.
Shadows on bright snow--
Branches twisting on the ground
In two dimensions.
Collette's eating snow;
Olivia bites herself.
All's well in the world.
Small snow boulders stand
Carved by the rays of the sun--
Looking eternal.
Swiftly rushing stream
Is now covered by deep snow;
Just a hole remains.
No green in the woods;
Just black shadows and white snow,
And deep winter peace.
How long will it grow,
This icicle on the porch?
(Sky's not the limit.)
Sinuous shadows
Roll over the round snow banks
Making them rounder.
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