For the first time for many years it has snowed on my birthday how fabulous – actually it stopped snowing on my birthday so that my friends could come over for dinner and then started again in the late evening. Thanks for all my lovely flowers and pressies.

I love snow and being out in it playing with Winnie dog, we built a Snowwoman together this morning, I will post a picture later.

Here are two of my favourite snow poems:

SNOW – Snow is a poem. A poem that falls from the clouds in delicate white flakes.
A poem that comes from the sky.
It has a name. A name of dazzling whiteness.
Snow

Snow – And they loved each other
Suspended on a thread of
Snow

Enjoy the snow it is soon gone, just a reminder to live for the moment because when its gone its gone and then the magic is in the past and only a distant memory.

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