Feather light snowflakes descend and combine
Each delicate crystal is a lacy hexagonal design
Upon close examination it is a unique collection
Matchless patterns falling from heaven’s direction
The beauty of the snow lit by the moon is grand to see
Soft glistening layers gather on the branches of the trees
The snowy mist has a charm that transforms the scene
Everything is painted with fresh brush strokes of clean
The inches of white have steadily been accumulating
The prospect of getting snowed in is somewhat sedating
Gradually my glowing appreciation of winter’s abundant gift
Has taken on a different view, no longer do my spirits lift
With a fury, winter’s gentle temperament abruptly shifts
From the north a blizzard rearranges and sculpts drifts
Groaning snowplows indicate an attempt to fight back
Now I must put on warm garb so I can shovel a path
Feather light snowflakes continue to multiply and descend
My admiration for your novel beauty has come to end
I do not have the inspiration that Grandma Moses once had
With snow up to my knees, I find that I am stupefied and mad
12/15/07
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I would like to translate this poem
I love it when it snows, please check your post I have some photos of snowflakes i'd like to send you Love duncan X