Tiptoe

A. Christine Myers
Nov 1 · 1 min read
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The snow came on tiptoe,
Came soft in the night,
Slipped in through the darkness
But brought its own light;
Colder than moonglow
Its glistening white,
And softer than starshine
But nearly as bright.
It came upon tiptoe
And whispered all night.

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A. Christine Myers

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