An excerpt from John Murdock’s book of poems, songs, and lyrics ‘Joy Hours’
Snow
Spreading around like a garment white,
Like a sweet scene in the moonbeams’ light,
Or as the wand of a fairy-sprite
Might sudden present to our wondering sight –
Snow, snow, mystical snow!
Falling so gently here below!
I really do like the last photo 🙂
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That’s my favorite as well. Thanks for commenting!! 😊
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