The snow is gently falling <br />The air is cold as ice, <br />And the skies are of the deepest grey. <br />The trees stand bare <br />Within the woodland, <br />Their leaves have fallen long ago. <br />While the birds <br />That filled each day with joyful song <br />Have lost their voices. <br />But as I look out <br />Upon this bleak, November's morn, <br />I take comfort in the fact <br />That you must experience <br />The worst of the winter, <br />In order to appreciate <br />The best of the spring. <br /> <br /> <br />2011<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-snow-is-gently-falling/
