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.