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Oct 2014
A perfectly lovely scene.
That reflects a beautiful city.
A-glow with white glitter
that covers the city streets
and glistening roof tops.

The icicles slowly come to life
along the sides of buildings
otherwise gaudy with technology.
Odd, how nature puts a wholesome beauty
into things that were never beautiful.

Of all the things that she can do,
beauty, and life are her talents.
Therefore, the lucky ones who see the ice fairies
dancing on the windowsills,
surely must enjoy life more
than those who just see
snow!....
This poem was written 2-18-1988 during a heavy snowstorm in San Antonio Texas.  During an argument with my mother in law at a family function.  It was the only shared moment we have ever had to this day.
She thought she saw something on the snow dust in the windowsill
Written by
Rhonda Gail Fahrig Simmons  Lockhart, Tx, Earth
(Lockhart, Tx, Earth)   
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