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Watching the ShowElation for precipitation of the frozen kind begins to growwhen we are both below A quilt watching the snow The crystals fly the wood is dry And you are wearing only fire glow Like a Vermeer tableau Inside watching the snow To see the meadow sleep beneath Its comforter of iridescent white It sure is quite a sight The maples and the evergreens Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost As in a poem by Frost One of my favorite pastimes And how well you know Is through the picture window When we watching the snow The gate is locked the dog's been walked Thelonius is on the stereo A crepuscule we know Inside watching the snow As evening falls the teapot calls Here's hoping several inches more will blow Since we're contented so Inside watching the snow To see the meadow sleep beneath Its comforter of iridescent white It sure is quite a sight The maples and the evergreens Surprised their outer branches seem snow-lost As in a poem by Frost |