The Quiet of the Snow

I like the quiet of the snow.

The giant white muffler on the engines of life

Falling gently

Stealthily

Making dawn clean and white

I like the slow crackle of fire

Then a shock against the flight

Logs shifting

Embers glowing

Making the room grow with delight

I like the laughter of children

Clothed in bundles beyond site

Playing gaily

Unconscientiously

Squealing as they put up a fight

There’s music in the silence

Often not listened to in the grind of daily life

Playing silently

Slowly

Only to be heard when the day is white