Snowie Sunday

Snowflakes

by Linda A. Copp

Snowflakes spill from heaven's hand
Lovely and chaste like smooth white sand.
A veil of wonder laced in light
Falling Gently on a winters night.

Graceful beauty raining down
Giving magic to the lifeless ground.
Each snowflake like a falling star
Smiling beauty that's spun afar.

Till earth is dressed in a robe of white
Unspoken poem the hush of night.

 

 

David woke me up...oh about 11:00am...and said I should get up and see the snow.  He pulled the curtain back and boy was it WHITE outside.

Stay Warm....

Tiffany