Amidst the first flurry
People start to hurry
And urgently scurry
For the very first
sight
The first glimpse of
white
The heart takes flight
I’ve come to know
When it first makes a
show
How much I love the
snow
Bathed in summer sunshine Gentle breezes stir the stems But above in the golden sun Grow an array of perfect gems
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