Falling with a whisper, soft, fluttering snow,
persistently descending, deliberately slow.
Delicate flakes land one upon the other,
soon, with white blanket, everything to smother.
Temperatures near zero soon make crisp the surface,
holding, thus gently, each huge drift in its place.
Another miracle of nature, right before our eyes,
sometimes for many weeks, unchanged, this mantle lies,
at others times, surprising by the shortness of its stay,
lying briefly, overnight, in the morning melts away.
You've caught snow beautifully. A changing landscape, but with transience in the UK. Patrick
The flow and the snow were terrific Kate. Another super one to find. Love Ernestine XXX
I come from a hot country and snow is still a novelty to me. Thank you, Kate... you allow me to feel the snow and see it falling.
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Fond memories of my childhood! Thank you much.