Let It Snow

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.

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