Interment flakes, individually designed,
Falling from heaven in a serenity of gray
On the ground and in trees and frozen streams
Combining flakes, resting where assigned
Snow on the mountains, on the ground it lay
An image of water, transformed uniquely,
Creating a cover, as a blanket of white,
For all to enjoy, and for children to play,
As it covers the trees, bending its limbs,
Coating the slopes as a tempting slide,
So beautiful and clean, a freshness of new,
The singing of nature, with its beautiful hymns
Yet cold and wet, with a freezing sting,
For all to enjoy, yet all to respect,
It’s purpose intended, to nourish this earth,
Providing air as fresh, as a cool shower spring,
B J Ayers
B.J. Ayers
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snowfall/
