Snow Poem 6
Amidst the quiet of falling snow,A whispering wind begins to blow,It carries tales from far and wide,Of ancient woods where secrets hide.Each snowflake, like a fleeting dream,Glides silently over stream and beam,Laying a path, so soft, so bright,Under the watchful eye of night.In the village, lights flicker and fade,As people seek warmth from the winter’s…