~ š The snow is her game > ™
The frosted hedges droplets ruffled
Earth was covered with its finery.
"Mary wheat makes its nest!" Told bluntly,
And everyone on the winter comes to philosophize ...
Under the rays of evanescent a sun-gilt,
Here and there moult glitter jewels ephemeral.
These crystals whose geometry amazes
Seem to be the magic of a fairy lace.
Immaculate proud of his coat rolled
Winter clawed imposes its feudalism.
Our little faces in hoods groped
face the wind of that damn grumpy king.
snowmen and ice palaces
Replaces pools and sandcastles.
Paths and roads became impassable
laughing children welcome and conviviality.
Snow enchanting and misleading
Settles here and there stately and beautiful ...
Some do not décolèrent and acerbic humor
find the situation very boring.
This made some time we had seen it.
The snow is a bit capricious her game
And just to tease the blade of the snowplow.
perky snow brings a lot of hassle ...
relativize and some other rant,
But it will be necessary as the season goes.
Our ancestors were of winter a time of grace,
A period of warm sharing and holidays.
Even if the winter line of bad cotton
Be magnanimous humility and imbued ...
Open your heart with her sweet bliss
And enrubannons beautiful festoons of our branches!
Merry Solstice o)
Hélégia (12/21/2010)
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