Like cotton candy flakes
they fall on the ground
white and stiff as sand.
In few minutes they turn
the streets and fields
into a silent sea of ice.
Passengers are stranded
Drivers fear to glide
Buses and cars collide.
Why is this long winter
devouring the great
colors of sunny spring?
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Thanks for your very kind response, Lyda. Good night and let us welcome winter in spite of the hazards it brings.