The morning sun comes through my window pane
It brings the welcome light into the room
Where icy pictures etched upon the glass
Still linger showing visits from Jack Frost
Some childhood memories come flooding back
Stories about angels riding dust motes
Outside the window coldness still persists
Where snow is deep ignoring skies of blue
The trees are heavy laden with snow flakes
Whose limbs are weakened waiting for a breeze
To stir the air and blow the snow away
Tomorrow may not have a gleaming sun
If not the ice and snow will have its way… Read more at the source.
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