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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