Wall to wall quiet now stalks
countryside lanes.
White feathered blankets
pile high icy mounds.
Whispers of snowglow
bring glorious ageless
Light, reflecting intensely
from hard cold ground.
Breezy peace flutters down,
soft-winged as a dove.
Housebound I watch,
as snow sits flouting demands.
Thick cover of white silence
heals noise with lovely
Though dangerous claim.
Snow brings it's own balm.
Snow heals noise..what a profound thought, dear Fay. Whiteness is magic and so is your beautiful poem. Love from afar, Sandra
It is snowing in new york too.. seems it is all over.. when freshly fallen it can be quite beautiful.. it is however a pain to clean up. :) .. fine poem lady fayyyyyyyy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! a beautiful poem