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JANUARY
16
7th
DIAMOND POEM
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Snow —
Soft flakes Dust the street, Painting pavements
brilliant white. In the lamp’s light,
Glittering Crystals Gleam.
John Foster
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WINTER
Clouded with snow
The cold winds blow,
And shrill on leafless bough
The robin with its burning breast Alone sings now.
The rayless sun,
Day’s journey done,
Sheds its last ebbing light
On fields in leagues of beauty spread Unearthly white.
Thick draws the dark,
And spark by spark,
The frost-fires kindle, and soon Over that sea of frozen foam Floats the white moon.
Walter de la Mare
SNOWFLAKES
The snowflakes are falling by ones and by twos; There’s snow on my jacket, and snow on my shoes; There’s snow on the bushes, and snow on the trees —
It’s snowing on everything now, if you please.
Leroy F. Jackson
