An old poem on a day of new snow...

11:27 AM

The snow fell while I slept,
Caressed the pane,
Cried my name
With tiny flakes of winter's flame
And through the fissures crept.

The snow fell while I slept,
And yet unseen
It met each dream
And painted it a frosty scene
As down the blizzard swept.

The snow fell while I slept.
The world bathed white
Through all the night
And blinded eyes by morning light
In wafting, wondrous depth.

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