28 January 2013
Crystals form a frosty flake, all unique, not one the same.
Sprinkled from the clouds above, bringing joy, a powdered love.
Mother nature's gift to youth, a dangerous gift, silent, uncouth.
A statue made, an icey flow, remenants of a winter glow.
Wrapped up warm, cosy sheets and heat, damp old socks and frozen feet.
A beautiful gift, the clouds do bring, an amazing occurance, such a wonderful thing.
~Larko
Snow • Opuss № I