by Lyn Adaway

Created on: December 11, 2009

Snowflakes

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Dark snow clouds hover,

Concealing the sun’s rays.

Mother Earth patiently waits

For her clean, white blanket.

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I hear Rudolph galloping

Through the attic, so it seems.

The vibrations resonate

As the roof turbines spin.

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Huge flakes drift in the wind.

They’re swallowed by the grass.

In the blink of an eye,

Light raindrops follow.

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Only the dark clouds linger.

The snow flakes are gone, and

I don’t hear Rudolph galloping.

Was it only a daydream?

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