James Galvan
English 306
Steve Pett
Write: Soto poem
In February
The snow is falling,
coming down like powdered sugar.
The temperature drops,
layers of clothes is the only option.
The snow is falling,
making every street and walkway one.
The wind picks up,
staying inside never seemed so justified.
The snow is falling
As if the sky was celebrating with colorless confetti.
Everywhere closed for the unexpected holiday.
The snow is falling
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