Not an inch of ground or roof without a flake of snow
All night long those lacy crystals fell
Winds blowing them around never abating a steady flow
Until morning light revealed layers and mounds of fluffy swell
The scene around was truly stirring
Fir trees heaved with fresh white snow
Their boughs stretched out with beauty deserving
No longer eclipsed by summer foliage in their full glow
A white pure horizon as far as can be seen
Dazzling and shining in the early morning light
Blanketing all mars on every surface of scene
A momentary pause before invasion of modern might
Too soon, the busy day of men, women and children will start
Ploughs will clear away the snow covered streets and roads
Paths will be trampled upon as kids and cars depart
Alas! The last moments of tranquil beauty very quickly erodes
Written at Courtice and Richmond Hill, Ontario - 15th December 2017
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