The wind howls in carrying the light powdered snows
In dancing whorls
That shape and reshape themselves
As they go
The sky is white before me
Then sun peeks through
And says what a pretty dance
Come look and see
And it's too cold
For walking very far
So I look out the window
Turn the heat up just a bit
And wish I could light a real fire
But for now a candle will have to do
As I snuggle into a throw
And am grateful
That I have shelter and stores enough
To take me through the weather
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