When The Snow Is Falling

The snow is falling, falling fast,
Sailing, swirling, fluttering to the ground. Some flakes caught in the gentle breeze that whirls it around and around. Covering the trees, the ground and flowers with a sheet of dazzling white. Augmenting the vision of one who walks in its shimmering reflected light.

Our Creator made all Heaven and Earth and put all things here for good reason: The sun and the rain, the cold and the snow give the land its productive season. As we view the fence across the road. It is covered with snow in such manner the meshed are filled with gleaming snow, making the appearance of a fantastic banner.

Sense and Nonsense in Poetry by Willis L. Tackette