Snow

SNOW didn't print well yesterday. It's just as appropriate today, printed properly:

The snow falls down in silence
On the cold, bleak winter air,
Lights easy
On the gray and lonesome street
To change the darkness
Of a drab and faded place
Into a wonderland of white.
A small conspiracy it is
From high above--
To cheer a listless heart
And for a lovely hour
Make one glad to be alive,
To see the lovely sight.

There, that's better. It's still commin' down!