The churchyard is shrouded in snow.
Trees stand stark against the white.
I know
The delight
Of snow
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The churchyard is shrouded in snow.
Trees stand stark against the white.
I know
The delight
Of snow
K Morris - Poet 
Beautiful words, Kevin! The omnipresent heat makes me miss snow, as well! Nevertheless, for someone who lives in Siberia, the memories of cold winter months are only enjoyable in the summertime! All the best, Veronica
Thank you for your comment, Veronica. I’m pleased you enjoyed “The Delight of Snow”. Being born on 6 January, I am a winter baby and have never been fond of excessive heat. However, I, like you don’t relish being frozen to the bone in winter. I have a little vision and particularly enjoy crunching through the newly fallen snow (before the feet of others have spoiled it’s perfection of whiteness). I’ve always thought of Siberia as being extremely cold, so swas interested to read your comments about how hot it becomes in Summer. All the best, Kevin
Lovely words, Kevin.
Thank you, Vivienne. I’m glad you like my poem. Best, Kevin