milky skies, cold dampness rends me still
to watch flakes fall with graceful ease
to hear the muted tones of softened white
that fills me with delight to see them
gather at my feet and powder branches full
serene now lays the quiet field
blanketed with silent snow
These thoughts came to me Saturday morning as I watched the first flakes fall this year. I love to watch it snow. I love the way the sky looks, the way the earth seems to still. Share some of your thoughts about snow, or your favorite poem about snow. I'd love to hear from you!