Snow Storm

Like a thin veil
The gray white harbingers of
A coming storm
Sweep across the face of
A full moon
Set like a glittering diamond
In the cold blue of
A winter night
The landscape itself
In the ethereal light of
The winter moon
Already gives the appearance 
A snow covered scene
The clouds glide briskly along
And to think 
The beauty of this night
Is lost
Man is rushing too
Too busy to look up
But we’ll look
When we’re stopped
By the gift 
Of the storm

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