Regina Puckett
A lovely, wintery day came slowly drifting in
On feathery wings like it was an old friend
It concealed the grime with ice and snow
And let the northern wind merrily blow
Until all we could see from the warmth of our homes
Were the tall, bare trees standing like fleshless bones
It was a stunning sight which never really meant to stay
But for a few precious hours it was a beautiful day