Leaves on the ground...
Bare, empty trees...
Swirling winds...
The chilling breeze...
Darkening clouds
Fill the sky.
Winds thicken,
And cold descends from on high.
Gently falls the snow,
Not a sound to hear.
Like a giant, white blanket,
The first snowfall is here.
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Nature Poetry
PoetryA collection of original poems written by me, about nature and life.
