Snow

It lay upon the crunchy winter sod, It reaches far and wide ‘top wooden slats, (a foot bridge o’er the icy cygnet pond), And spreads its shivers ‘cross the barnyard grass. The night before, while stoking coals in hearth, Awaiting Father Winter’s bedtime tuck, Sensing hint of droplets through the dark, Just as the evening’s […]

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