Snow comes down
Gently falling, falling down
Coating, covering all that’s brown
Falling gently, falling
Falling to the ground.

Soft and gentle falling,
Landing on bright whiskered fur
Briefly there to stay
Til  ladened branch whisks away
Down upon dark brown ground.

Gently falling, falling
All the way to the ground
Falling snow gently falling
Falling on the ground.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson Р2011