The ground is blanketed white,
By a secret visitor,
Silent in the night.
***
Like something out of a movie,
The ground is pure,
The world unmoving.
***
A blank canvas is revealed,
Where once was,
The ground leveled.
***
The tools for building in snow,
Creating snow families,
Or igloo to show.
***
This is all very temporary,
It will melt,
And could be gone tomorrow.

©The Pesky Poet

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