Soft, delicate, tiny.

Millions of frozen flakes swirling around in the air.

Falling, dancing, clumping.

Swarming around.

The wind forces these flakes around and around and around.

Blizzards, blustering winds

Piles five feet high!

These flakes come together,

Battering the walls of our fragile home

Harsh winds, slamming this house.

When will it end?!

I think I will go insane!

Morning breaks

The sunshine melts these icy fortresses

Flowers finally come out

Fluffi, animals blinking

The groundhog finally determines…

Spring has come.

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