It starts in early morning as
The gentle breezes blow.
By late that evening all the town
Is covered with the snow.
The flakes of many sizes fall
And cling to all they find.
They toss and float upon the wind,
All sizes and all kinds.
As evening falls, the snowstorm stops
As quick as it began,
Then morning greets a fresh white world,
And winter’s first snowman.
Dec. 13, 1980
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