Blizzard

Softly blows the breeze

that whispers through the trees

As snowflakes fall,

each unique shape circles around

and eventually make it to the ground

As one by one they pile atop another

As the whisper turns to a GROWL

the snowflakes dance and swirl

painting the trees and landscape a lucious white 

as fast and furious as a painter's brush

using the world as his canvas ~ and he names it

'Blizzard'

by Peabea

(c)opyright Patricia B. 9/8/13