Hushed By Winter Snow Poem by Micron Jan

Snow drifts down in whispered light,
Soft as secrets in the night.
Each small flake, a fleeting star,
Falling from a sky afar.

Rooftops hush, the streets grow still,
Time itself seems to stand at will.
Footsteps fade, the world feels new,
Painted clean in shades of blue.

Branches bow in quiet grace,
White lace tracing nature's face.
Snowfall sings without a sound,
Peace stitched gently to the ground.