The blizzard has ended but the snow is still coming down. I think Nature is having an end-of-winter clearance sale and is tossing all her leftovers on us. 
Snowfall
The sky shakes her pillowcase
And lets fall frigid feathers.
Swiftly swirling,
They smother the earth
In silent, deceptive softness.
And lets fall frigid feathers.
Swiftly swirling,
They smother the earth
In silent, deceptive softness.
1956, all rights reserved
This card doesn't go with the poem or the weather, but one has to have hope, eh?
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