Sunrise on a snowy Sunday fills my heart with joy
Looking outside my window and sitting with my wee boy
Swirls of wispy frozen flakes fly and fall
Snuggled in my crimson blanket, hugging me like a shawl
I surrender to silent solitude, mesmerized, enthralled
And all the while I find
As I settle in my cozy mind
Day dreaming and wondering
What would the snow say, if it could talk?
I don’t think it would utter a peep.
It would simply let its’ actions speak.
You Lil Dickens 
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