❄️ Poem about the first snowfall ❄️

A silence gathers on the hill 

The hush gathers in the still 

Autumn has turned from red to white 

And the chill clings to the bones 

The birds do not chirp or twill 

Night into day does spill 

Dawn is muted in winter light 

And branches sing the songs of crones 

Snow blows against the windowsill 

And carves against the iron will 

There is no greater might 

As the cruel wind that moans 

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