The beauty of a snowstorm
Can never fully be described,
As the flakes dance and shimmy to the ground
Leaving a winter wonderland behind,
Born from the clouds
These white specks of dust,
Twinkling so peacefully
So swift, yet so steady
Careful as to not make a sound;
Rest where my grandmother lay
So quiet is this day,
Whose scenery takes my breath away.
A video of the Nor'easter, taken from my dorm room at Kean University on March 2, 2009, 11:06 am
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