In honor of our "non-winter" and
the forecast by Punxsatawney Phil
for six more weeks of winter
(or six more weeks for winter to arrive),
I am posting this little poem.
Snowflakes
Feather light crystals
float gently down,
Softly they blanket
branches velvety brown. Barren grey landscape
now downy white,
Covered by snowflakes
twinkling diamond bright.
-mARTa weller
