Snow in the sky,
Earth turning white—
A tree like a ghost
In the gathering night
Low clouds above,
White world below—
Barn roofs and houses
Covered with snow.
Deep in his burrow
The ‘possum is huddled,
Far in the bushes
Snowbirds are cuddled,
The creek in the morning
Coldly will gleam,
But I’ve got a fire,
A book, and a dream.
Let It Snow, Louis L’Amour.
Lance on the Go 