Danielle N. Calhoun
Snow is falling on the ground,
Falling fast, but making no sound,
Small like crystals in the light,
They fall in-groups, so many all night.
The air is cold as the wind slowly blows,
Soon that wind will find,
Somewhere else to go,
But for now, here it stays,
Till the springtime takes it away.
©Copyright January 15, 2003 by Danielle N. Calhoun