As the Snow Falls. . . .

Two thousand ten debuted itself with snow upon the ground.
Well into February the white stuff hung around.

Now as the new year pushes nigh
Nature once more shakes her whiteness from the sky.

My thoughts are as this strange year ends
Snow once more will welcome a new year in.

A sleepy little town will sleep under a blanket of white tonight.

When we awake all will be crisp and bright.

We will start our day with great plans in store

For all that white stuff just beyond our door.