The little snowflake drifts along nudged by a wintry breeze the land below is a carpet of white and a white mantle drapes the trees. Not long ago this land was cloaked in colours of green and gold while the chirping of birds filled the air as autumn did slowly unfold. A cool clear brook raced merrily along chattering on its way undermorning sun in a clear blue sky it was part of a fine summer's day. But the picture now is a different one winters chill is in the air the brook is now a plate of ice with the suns warmth no longer there. Many trees have shed their leaves and raise pale arms to the sky but on leaves of some neighboring trees a burden of white does lie. The little snowflake floats on by and gently it will alight on the leafy branch of a nearby tree part of this splendid landscape of white!
Reason for writing:
It does not snow here where I live but I have seen many pictures of such scenes as I have described above and found them enchanting.
Birth sign: Gemini
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