visions of the season

see the gentle snowflakes

falling from the sky;

on the walk and housetops

soft and thick they lie

on the window ledges

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on the branches bare

oh how fast they gather

filling all the air.

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look into the garden

where the grass was green

covered by the snowflakes

not a blade is seen

now the bare black bushes

have fingers formed of ice

every twig is laden

oh it's Christmas Eve tonight!

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~ author unknown

~ edited by leila