I love when we're an inch of snow into
A blizzard. Not the full way in, of course;
That kinda sucks, although I'd say it too
Has certain benefits - but at the source,
The early snow that tokens later drifts,
It's just more beautiful, more fun to see.
Later in the blizzard, snowing shifts
Into high gear, and then it spitefully
Slams down upon us. But when it is light,
Just sprinkled down, and barely covering
The almost darkness of the glowing night
And every flake seems to be hovering
Still in the air; that is the best. It shows
The lighter, happy side of when it snows.
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