The snows of winter,
will soon be here.
With dazzling glow,
the sky so clear.
When snowmen rise,
from summer sleep,
to gaze upon,
the mountains steep.
When children chuckle,
their laughs are heard,
From snowball fights,
such fun occurs.
A scene of beauty,
for eyes to see,
A special moment,
Yes indeed.
Jayne Louise Davies
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