Snow Fall
The snow falls heavy and silent,
At time it even seems violent.
It blankets the ground like a thick quilt,
It blows from the north at a horizontal tilt.
Christmas is coming,
But the oncoming chill is numbing.
The wind whips the snow,
With a great big howling blow.
I watch from inside,
As I sit by the fireside.
I watch the flames dance,
And read a book of romance.
I wait for Colin Bridgerton to realize,
That Penelope Featherington is his prize.
As I get lost in my book,
I take one last look,
As the snow falls heavy and silent.
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