Meandering paths covered in snow,
A dormant, quiescent, beautiful show.
Unsullied sprinkling of dazzling white,
A dramatic and inspiring sight.
Yielding, soft, dusting of snow,
From mountains high to valleys low.
Kissing the peaks, pale and clean,
Mystery of silence, soundless, serene.
Palms of snowflakes caress the globe,
Surrounding the body like silken robe.
Garland of white adorns all around,
A membrane of snow around the town.
Bleak and cold outside, while fires roar,
Inside, so cozy, behind homely door.
Spritely fairy flakes they dance,
Warm enough inside for romance.
Frosting of soft snow as you sleep,
Children at dawn, through curtains they peep.
Flurries of snow across the land,
Painted by the artists masterful hand.
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