Winter Wonderland
Howling winds and captured snow,
Descending; falling far below,
To reach our earth, and fill our skies,
A whitened wonder for our eyes.
The bits of drift in barren field,
The stubbled corn stalk winter’s yield,
A shower from season’s Blunderbuss,
The blast of white on all of us!
We hear one gladdened voice in this,
“Take silence in your winter’s bliss!”’
An art museum will ne’er impart,
True nature’s farmland snowy art!
Peter Lowell Paulson
March 6, 2013
PS. Come visit us! I was from the city. It’s better here!
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