A beautiful poem by Lord Byron…
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.
One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o’er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express,
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.
And on that cheek, and o’er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!
The snow begins falling,
Softly, gently and without a sound.
Unlike the pitter-patter of rain
as it tumbles to the ground.
It covers the earth in a carpet of purest white,
Creating a magical wonderland.
The earth looks fresh and new,
All the past covered over, forgotten.
When you wake in the morning after a snow fall
the earth has no sound at all.
There is silence all around and a feeling of total peace.
Then the children come out
Dressed up for a day of fun.
Peals of laughter ring through the air like church bells.
And when the day draws to a close
Beside a roaring fire is my perfect place to be.
Happy, contented and at peace.