Joseph T. Renaldi
Winter Treasures - Poem by Joseph T. Renaldi
Meadowland and secluded valley,
Rural road or small town,
With the appearance of a gloomy cloud,
The white, fuzzy mass came tumbling down.
Settling on the barren woodland,
Swirling on the nearby walkway,
Drifting with a surging wind
Closing down the busy roadway.
Dressed in a symbol of purity,
And habited from the severe cold,
Snow is winter's treasure - trove,
Nature's prized gems to behold.
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