Snow

I've always felt a certain peace in my Soul when the world becomes still and silent, with a gentle snowfall.

I want to share this sense of peace with all who listen.
Have a beautiful holiday season, however you may celebrate.


Snow

White are the far off plains,
And white the fading forests grow
The wind dies out along the height
And denser still the snow
A gathering weight on roof and tree
Falls down scarce audibly.


The meadows and far sheeted streams
Lie still without a sound
Like some soft minister of dreams
The snow fall hoods me round


In wood and water, earth and air
A silence is everywhere.


Save when at lonely spells
Some farmer's sleigh, urged on
With rustling runners and sharp bells
Swings by me and is gone
Or from the empty waste I hear
A sound remote and clear.


The barking of a dog
To cattle is sharply pealed
Borne echoing from some wayside stall
Or barnyard far afield
Then all is silent and the snow falls
Settling soft and slow


The evening deepens and the grey
Folds closer earth to sky
The world seems shrouded, so far away
Its noise asleep,
and I in secret as the yon buried streams
plod dumbly on and dream


And dream
I dream
And dream
I dream
I dream
I dream