December in Glacier National Park. First snow!
Winters Hush
An endless lonely row
Of city street lights glow
Casting a midnight show
Upon the sleeping snow.
Out among the naked trees,
Along the rocky ledges,
The wild Laurel leaves
Frame the winter’s edges.
As with the Evergreen
Covered in one snowy day,
Dreams rest peacefully
In the hush of winter sleep.
Poetry on Wings 
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