Softly, ever so quietly he came
Blanketing my world at night.
It wasn't until the morning,
I'd see the beautiful sight.
It glowed the purest of the pure,
Blinding me with all its white,
Tiny diamonds, dancing all around,
When hit with warm sunlight.
The simpleness of fresh fallen snow,
Urging with all it might
Come dance,
Frolic,
Have pleasure in me
Winters picturesque, quaint delight.
January 21, 2010
