The snow was falling softly
In the quiet of the night,
As I looked out of my window
T'was such a glorious sight.
I ran out to my door step
Just to look around,
And saw the softest whiteness
That lay upon the ground.
All I heard was silence,
Street lamps reflecting on the snow.
The white flakes falling faster
Forecast the greatest Winter show.
No tracks disturb this perfect scene
In the whiteness that I see,
Just silence and the falling snow,
And now.... my God, surrounding me.....
God Bless!
Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Miss Caroline
© 12-2010
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