Wall to wall quiet now stalks
countryside lanes.
White feathered blankets
pile high icy mounds.
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Snow heals noise..what a profound thought, dear Fay. Whiteness is magic and so is your beautiful poem. Love from afar, Sandra
It is snowing in new york too.. seems it is all over.. when freshly fallen it can be quite beautiful.. it is however a pain to clean up. :) .. fine poem lady fayyyyyyyy.
Ah! a beautiful poem