Composing Winter Poem by Smoky Hoss

I wrap myself in a heavy coat
and a deep thought
as I watch music descending;
Heaven has a glistening stairway.
Strange the sound of snow,
as if soft instrumental wings aflutter, passing by
from divine heights to human depths.
At times cascading so slow and gentle
it feels as if I am rising.
How amazing is the gift of necessity,
for things that warm us, both
from within and from without...
those that soothe the soul
into sublime submission of peace -
Surely winter is a divine symphony,
being written over the cloudy chords of time.
A music without equal,
for each snowflake is a sound
never before heard,
a measure of grace given,
a hymn pouring down,
each so deft within itself,
like a lone note awaiting to arrive
in the perfect arrangement
of the falling chorus.
The might and majesty of each flake
is beyond scale.
All the world's
maligned menagerie
crumbles under the weight of beauty
from just one drop of pure snow -
Listening to the song of snow
I discover myself,
warm, light and content.