
Think of your earliest memories... Of hot Cocoa by the fire, and Snowflakes landing on your nose. Of warm woolly mittens, and the snowmen you'd make as a child. This is what Winter means to me.
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Words: 73 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 12-20-11 - Status: Complete - id: 2981063
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One by one they float down gently,
One alone will melt,
But thousands create a suprise tonight;
Gathered into soft clumps, a miracle begins to form.
Set to sparkle like diamonds at the coming of dawn;
Light powder dusting the rooftops at the coming the eaves,
Crisp flakes of white ready to shine in the early light.
A Chirstmas present, come early for all;
Such a wonderful sight -
Is winter's first snowfall.
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