Winter One

Seemingly frozen, steady and true

Brilliant white, powdery never blue

A gust, a blast, a puff of air

It flows and rolls with a silvery flair

A tidal wave of frost it cascades over the ground

Forever tumbling, to the earth it's never bound

It came from the skies, and there it shall stay

Rising and falling only the wind will it obey.

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