The
snowflakes floating away
Carted
on the green grass compound
Dotted
it with white natural colour
Opening
the door the snow wishing well
Across
the street the passing cars
Driving
carefully on the wet tarred road
The
day of snow filled time
The
season comes to thrill the eyes
Lottie
may woof it
Knowing
she can't get out to play
On
a snowy day of cloudy sky
She
has to curled up in the house
But
the snowflakes dropping by
Silently
without a notice to say
There
is no bell ringing
It
is the season of the day
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