Barren trees silhouetted against a
gray cloudy sky;
cold air still and quiet;
afternoon just before dusk
the first snowflake appears
gently floating towards the earth.

Another one silently finds its way
to the ground then disappears.
And then more flakes dancing
among themselves gliding
gracefully downward.
Still more dive with
increased vigor;
the sky now full of floating
whiteness.

Silently the transformation
takes form;
whiteness appears everywhere
covering all under its blanket.

As darkness descends the
luminescence of the snow is
reflected from the street light,
creating an ethereal nighttime
reality.

Morning brings with it the coldness
and awe that only a snowstorm
can provide -
Winter has arrived

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