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Maiden Snow

“It is the life of the crystal, the architect of the flake, the fire of the frost, the soul of the sunbeam. This crisp winter air is full of it."
John Burroughs

The biting wind howls
 
A drunk insolent hound
 
The moon and stars
 
Nowhere to be found
 
The night dreary and cold
 
Though the fires are lit
 
White smoke up the chimney
 
By the fireplace we sit
 
Feet in thick woolen socks
 
Looking out the window
 
Awaiting patiently
 
The winter’s maiden snow
 
A hoary cold winter evening
 
Always a much-awaited blessing
 
09-16-2022
© F Aparici

It’s September but I am already waiting for the first winter snow. Where we live, chances are slim to none.

#2022WinterSnow

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