The snow drifts down,
From the pale gray sky,
As it soars down gracefully to earth.
Hey falls without effort,
Never breaking the silence of the night.
Each so different,
Shimmering like pearls,
Like the moon in the sky.
In this November midnight,
White snow falls madly!
Enjoy it while it lasts,
For by morning the welcomed storm will not be there!
Ok, this is a poem from 4 years ago again. It was for class and has been
revised 6 times, minimum! I'm thinking over revising it again too. The
title was originally Winter, but that sucked so I changed it and now I like
the title, don't you?