What do you get, when you get snow?
A world that’s glistening bright,
In the day or in the night;
Yet without a single light.
A falling wonder to the sight,
As flakes touch us, feather-lite,
Provoking autumn’s final flight.
A cold blanket of pure white,
Bringing to us winter’s delight;
Nature’s touch, made just right.
That’s what you get, when you get snow.
Written by Loyd Taylor, January 2010