(in Douglas, Massachusetts)
Quietly the snow was falling
In our southern town…
Douglas, near Rhode Island’s border
Wrapped in eider-down.
One o’clock in early morning
Silent streets uncleared….
White and grey outside’s adornment,
Warm and safe in here.
Quietude but for a moment,
Distant moaning from the trees…
Signals that the storm’s not over
Drifts fill in the leas.
Perhaps by morning’s dawning glory
Two feet or so will fall…
‘Til then we can tell the story,
The quaintness of it all.
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REALLY QUAINT….SHOVELFULS OF QUAINTNESS!!!!