The wintry blanket covers all the ground
With softest, purest flakes of fallen snow
That dampens all so there is not a sound
Naught but the fiery brightness of sun’s glow
The wintry blanket covers all the ground
With softest, purest flakes of fallen snow
That dampens all so there is not a sound
Naught but the fiery brightness of sun’s glow
A Poem A Day 