Note: This poem was inspired by my Mom, I called to see how
they were doing after hearing about their snowfall. She told
me how pretty everything looked outside, so Mom -- this poem
is for you!!!
Beautiful white flakes drifting
so lazily towards the ground.
Seems like a wonderful picture show,
given to us from the heavens above.
After the snowfall stops, and the
day turns to night, the peaceful
serenity of the pristine snow comes
and fills us with complete delight.
The houses decorated with colorful
Christmas lights, the clean white
brightness of the untouched snow,
what a wonderful Christmas picture show.