SNOW

Silent as death the snow falls
onto the cooling brown earth,
covering lawns and gardens
with it’s winter white shawls.

Each snow flake quite different,
no two are exactly the same.
So light and delicate they seem,
each falling, on a purpose bent
to cover the precious earth
before the cruel cold comes
with harsh and fierce force.
For our earth is of great worth.

Each resting plant to be covered,
each root protected by the fall
of pure white snow silently
dressing our part of the world.

I oft times think it would be good
to live where we need no snow
to fall, but have warmth all year
and see green on lawns and wood.
Not just in the summer, but every day.
Then I got to thinking how my heart
leaps for joy when I see the buds
on the trees and the birds in the bay.

So for the joy that spring brings,
fall gentle pure white snow,
for then I can long for spring,
watch for the birds on tired wings
return, when the buds are on the trees
and days grow longer, the air more still,
flowers show their hint of green
with a scent of spring on the gentle breeze.

M Ann Margetson April 22 1998 ©