Poetry: A Brief Snow

The snow is falling all around
It falls upon the frozen ground
Making not one single sound.

The snow is swirling in the trees
It swirls and covers up the eaves
Through the open skies it weaves.

The snow it covers field and glen
It covers up brown foxes’ den
Soft the sound of a lone wren.

The snow it flies and so descends
Within my view it far extends
Where it lands on wind depends.

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