Snow Falls
We stand on the footbridge as the sun peaks over the mountains.
The rays expose a steamy river.
Fresh powder fell through the early morning hours.
It gently covers the trees--the newly budding branches, the rough bark.
The warmth touches the branches.
Oh what a joy to watch the powdery snow fall
And dance through the air.
:)
ReplyDeleteThat's my love , with a poem for the morning "Snow Falls" very nice Nan
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