Blizzard- Poem


By Ben Fetterman

Slowly, softly settles the snow into the quiet night
The flurries fall faster,
And the wind begins to blow.
The storm is making it’s presence known.
The flakes gets larger,
And the winds howl harsher.
The storm is upon us.
Driving sheets of layer after layer of snow
Forced everywhere by relentless wind.
Then it stills.
Slowly at first,
Then it’s gone.
Leaving behind a world
Covered in billowing fluffy clouds
Of freshly fallen snow.


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