Melting snow trickles off my roof
and onto a bush below.
The temperature drops, as the sun slowly sets
along the horizon of yellow and gold.
Quietiness cloaks the evening like a warm
blanket on this chilly winter night.
Everything that was once green and growing,
is now under a sheet of white.
A cool breeze whirls, as the next storm rolls in,
another frigid night for you to behold.
Along comes more powdery snow,
soft, light and crisp, as cotton with a glow.
Delicate flakes shimmer, reflecting their light,
I can't stop looking at you on this night.
For tomorrow, you may be buried
or even broken by the weight you hold.
I greet you with a smile, taking one last look
and capture the beauty I've seen unfold.