Larger than dimes they spill from up high.
White and willful, the ground is their canvas.
Fall strong, warriors of the season.
keep us inside, or let us join in your revelry.
It’s up to you.
I walked into you today,
watched you steadily take over.
There was a certain majesty
with how much you did demand,
deny but grant, too.
I didn’t expect to have these thoughts, pent up during a snowstorm.
Dawning Creations 
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