Snow was falling, soft and steady
Settling on the silent
landscape
Fresh snow laying on
the old
The only sounds to
be heard
Were of his crunching
footsteps
Through the deep
fallen snow
And his coarse rasping
breaths
Pluming in the
cold morning air
I have a very unusual pet
He’s a Madagascan
Chameleon
But he can’t
change colour
As he has a
reptile dysfunction
I see gently falling snow
Through
a picture window
Dusting
the evergreens
Into
perfect winter scenes
The mist cascaded down the hillside
Like a maiden’s
hair
Tumbling onto her
shoulders
The bare branches
of the birch trees
Pierced though the
mist like fingers
Reaching up to the
heavens
Snowmen like to dance
As soon as the snow falls
They like to meet girls
And dance at
Snowballs
A snowman in the sun
Mustn’t get into a
muddle
Because if he does
He will turn into
a puddle
