On this rain-soaked night,
Heard fairies came with morning light…
Didn’t last long
The weather was warm,
But their feathery selves did alight.
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Some call them snow flakes,
But believers in fairies have stakes…
Knowing these folk
Into our lives poke,
For our magical sakes!
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Like Frosty*fairies will return,
Before the Yule log is burned…
Blue in whites
Dancing with sprites,
By a few discerned!
*(as in Frosty the Snowman!)
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–J.E.C.
(A Google Image)
FLURRIES FLYING FANCIFULLY
(Sing to “The Yellow Rose of Texas…” if you want!)
Oh, the snow accumulation
Is lesser up north,
Not a normal situation
When snow sallies forth…
This one came in from the south
And started early,
Where Worcester has about one inch
In Douglas, over three!
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Snow fairies must be dancing
Hard in winter swirls,
Longer in the southern
Woods like dancing-girls…
We started plowing earlier
Out in the sticks,
But up north in Worcester
The plow’s called in for six.
–Jonathan Caswell
By the Mighty Mumford 