Oh, the snow which doth flutter here and there and grow
It falls upon the ground, a thing all so much profound
For though it settle a short while
I do wonder if it shall stay
What for a day of snow, for it doth make a splendid show
From whence it comes, yet still it must too go
For this my faint heart doth not know
But for now I look out upon my deck and see thee snow
And the warmth in my heart doth grow
Even though, I know the snow will soon go
Snow, snow, do fall as long as you may, before you must go
For I shall emerse myself in this seasoned bliss
And take thy kiss upon my vary cold and crack'ed lips
And so, as the season doth go, so I must too depart
Before I am too whisked away in its beautiful display
And so, to the so wondrous snow, we bid you goodday!
-Joshua Lee Foist
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