Snow Poem by Nathan Beery

Snow



It's almost serene-
This bitter chill,
A subtle thing-
The world almost still...

As white flecks fill the sky,
It's almost a perfect peace-
A beauty that meets the eye-
One could almost wish, the storm to never cease

Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: nature
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