it falls to
the ground anyway,
covering the
landscape so
completely...
all the ground;
yet, it is
white not clear,
much colder
it appears
and all the
animals
huddle and
hide inside
their
surroundings warmth;
but, still it
falls like rain
again and
again and again,
a mask with
holes of white
pure and
innocent for some,
complete for
others with a
personality
all its own,
leaving us to
do what we must
after it has
done its best.
20Jan16
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