The Tugging Snow

The clouds breath snow,
Sending them on
A downward flow.

The hazy moon
Makes the flakes glow
As they float down
On ground below.

All night, while slow,
Into high piles
Of pale gold they grow.

The darting wind
Gives knockout blows,
Coming back and forth,
Tugging the snow
To and fro,

As if it sows
The flakes together
Into neat rows.

Mother nature
Certainly knows
How to put on
A decent show.


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