Snowflakes Poem by David Boyce

As snowflakes start falling,
Towards the moisten ground,
Trying to stick,
To all that's around.

Billions of snowflakes,
Of different shapes and size,
Falling heavily downwards,
From the white cloudy skies.

It's too wet to stick,
And it melts with ease,
Hope the temperature don't drop,
Because it will refreeze.

Landscapes, homes and vehicles,
On photographs they show,
A scenery so white and seasonal,
Looking great capped with snow.


Written by David Boyce
1 December 2024