"The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean; not to affect your reader, but to affect him precisely as you wish." ~ Robert Louis Stevenson

Thursday, April 7, 2011


Summer seems so far away
As it snows again today,
Turning our back yard into
A land of cold, amazing view.

A frosty winter wonderland,
A new adventure on every hand.
A magical, frozen wilderness
Ruled by the winter's frosty kiss.

Silent, alert and watching all
Even as more flakes do fall,
Welcoming with its frosty hands
Travelers into its wintry lands.

Then when the snow melts again,
We long for the time once more when
The winter comes after the fall
And snow will come again for all.


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