Wednesday, April 4, 2018

Snow Drops










So soft it falls without a sound
upon the fields and evergreens
sifting...drifting...tumbling down.
So soft it falls without a sound
to knit its patterns on the ground,
a new Spring coat of white pristine.
So soft it falls without a sound
upon the fields and evergreens.


© Ginny Brannan 2018

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