Winter Magic
By Emile Pinet
Fragile flakes with the purest white;
an incredible winter sight.
Like icing-sugar dusting cakes
with the purest white fragile flakes.
Tumbling down on a gentle breeze
Winter’s magic coats barren trees.
And snow is spun into a gown
on a gentle breeze, tumbling down.
With winter white whitewashing all,
soft snowflakes continue to fall.
And countless billions will alight,
whitewashing all with winter white.
(Swap Quatrain)
