The clouds are dusting, Their folds filled with snow. The air’s fleeced with flakes Falling silent and slow. I watch my vista In quiet repose, The snow’s sedate flow Calming my restless soul.
The clouds are dusting, Their folds filled with snow. The air’s fleeced with flakes Falling silent and slow. I watch my vista In quiet repose, The snow’s sedate flow Calming my restless soul.