Sheer Dusting

Here in the south, it doesn't snow often. I wrote this piece about 4yrs ago when these southern skies actually brought snow.

- Flecks of white, tumbling down, a sheer of dust atop the ground.
- The wildlife once about, scurried to be tucked away, as shortly following daylight, winter permits the day.
- Birds still flock above, on their journey to warmer state; pausing only a moment to catch regroup, the weather will not wait.
- A blanket of powder adorning, all within the sight; bringing a curious sense of childlike excitement- this presentation of snowy delight!

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