Ode to snow,
There is nowhere to go.
A white blanket on the ground,
Falling softly, without a sound.
The unique pristine flakes,
No reproductions or fakes.
It’s a great day to curl up.
And hold a nice warm cup.
Its great to just sit and watch movies,
I enjoy this, very much, very truly.
There is nothing to do,
Yes I know, it’s quite true.
For a day everything stops,
Because of these delicate frozen drops.
I lover this fantastic, frozen weather.
Stuck in one spot, by a chilly tether.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 5:33 PM UTC
Ode to snow,
There is nowhere to go.
A white blanket on the ground,
Falling softly, without a sound.
The unique pristine flakes,
No reproductions or fakes.
It’s a great day to curl up.
And hold a nice warm cup.
Its great to just sit and watch movies,
I enjoy this, very much, very truly.
There is nothing to do,
Yes I know, it’s quite true.
For a day everything stops,
Because of these delicate frozen drops.
I lover this fantastic, frozen weather.
Stuck in one spot, by a chilly tether.
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