The snow! How silently it falls,
A lacy curtain for the walls
and windows of the winter sky.
See how it drifts for hours and hours
And blankets all the beds where flow'rs
In slumber lie.
And trees, with outstretched arms embrace
The lovely, fragile, folds of lace
That downward fly.
To watch this white tranquility,
Another person could not be
As glad as I.
Written when I was very young - probably when studying the Romantic Poets!
Hope you're having a wonderful weekend!