Faintly, at first it falls
Barely apparent against the sky
Glittering into my view, slowly
And I don't even question why
The snow floats peaceful
So soft and graceful
I lift my eyes up to the place
So the speckle on my face
Is surmised as real
The cold landings I feel
As my feet shuffle in sand
Snowflakes fall into my hand
And my companions disbelieve
Until I bring them out to see
Then they all stretch out to reach
The falling snowflakes at the beach
Tynemouth Beach, England
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