A hush, a whisper, not a sound
The sight above, Tranquility
A whisp, a flutter, down to earth
Flicker, flicker to the ground

Soft, a shock upon your skin
In a bunch, begin to spin
A sheet of grey, a flash of white
Flying, dancing, such a sight

A swift, cold layer over everything
A frozen glaze over the land
Frigid pictures does it paint
Quiet, timid, takes its stand

Tumble, tumble, slip and fall
Icy bridges, icy paths
Flurry, flurry, steal your breath
If not for that, a cheerful laugh

A cease in wind, a cease in pulse
Twirling whirlwind slows and stops
A blanketed world does surround
Gradual decline, so profound


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