The snow kissed my nose
As it gently fell
It's virginal blanket
On the ground, it fell
The cold tickles my cheeks
A bitter, teasing bite
Falling softly
It truly is a magical sight
Each snowflake, different
No two are ever the same
A mystical form
Snow, forever it's name
©Kim Brown 1st December 2012
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