Lynda Jean Bryant

(Alexandria, Virginia)

Quiet Snowfall

I sit by my window a cup in a hand
Watching the snow fall gently over the land.

The holly tree red berries show in the morning light.
While ice sickles glitter and give us such delight.

From time to time, the wind twirls the flakes around,
Similar to children playing and rolling on the ground.

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