a little bluesy ditty for those wintry blustery days of leisure (snow shovelling/pushing etc forgotten for a few minutes)
those early snow squalls this year ... and you of course
Snow day
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trees without leaves
cold without snow
and that happy emptiness
every path i stroll
winter nights drawing nigh
colour greyed and black with ice
every breath another sigh
every sigh a breath of life
and the evergreens
tower above the grass
green in all their happiness
awaiting their first kiss
of angelic whiteness
to be hung along their branches
distanced from that shroud of snow
the perfect winter scene
now shown
snow day
snow day
angels of fibonacci
drifting on the air
all that lace and hoar frost
wishing i was there
somewhere
on a snow day
with you
somewhere
on a snow day
with you