From blade of grass to the tip of twig,
The white dust of winter fall’s.
Frenzied flakes move in lost abandonment,
Finally pitch on fence and wall’s.
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Great imagery and very descriptive poem. I liked the line 'with ice jewellery now on show.. I'm new on here Look me up some time Steve