Searching, looking out up high
Looking for a flash of white
‘Snowman, snowman, where are you?
Come will you please, very soon’
Hoping for a snowman she is to see
This her wish in which she believes
But only flakes do slowly fall
Not even enough for a snowball
She stares up and wishes with all her might
Hoping for a snowman in the falling white
For my little niece Lana
Posted in: Poetry
Caliburnus Rises 
Posted on Jan 12, 2013
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