Poem
The Last Snowfall
A eulogy for seasons past

Sitting silently Watching as the sky opens Dusting the world in brilliant white
Peacefully possessing All the tranquil properties it offers As the flakes slip into the sun
Cautiously clinging To the way it makes the land sing Underneath its icy facade
Slowly savoring For soon this will be gone And there may be nothing in its place
Preemptively preparing My mental drawbridge to lift Amid the flooding of its grounds
Softly saving The snapshot of memories Tucked behind the winters of my heart
Quietly questioning Whether this bountiful wonderland Will be its last
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