Fine flakes of snow
lift and drift
across roadways and highways
piles and pillows against
fences, buildings,
even blades of grass
twirling in glittering eddies
sculpting prairie winter waves
~ when the wind pauses to rest
whitening fog fills the void of
the wind drift.
“Nature is full of genius, full of divinity, so that
not a snowflake escapes its fashioning hand.”
~ Henry David Thoreau
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