As the grey skies
Purge
Soft white flakes
On Mother Earth
And carpets her,
It's as though
The celestials
Pay
Obeisances
To this wellspring
Who excels in
Giving
And give
She does
Without
Being asked,
Showering her
Compassion and love
On all creation,
As only
A mother can
© 2016
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With exquisite style and flow of muse the onslaught of winter storm on New York has been beautifully narrated. Thanks for sharing.10 points.