Snow

The snow falls outside the window gently to the ground, Huge white feathery flakes I listen, but there is no sound Memories of times past come awake. As I sit by the warm fire, time passes by The snow continues to fall. Concerns of the world are not for my eye And the importance of the book I am reading becomes quite small. The cold wind has picked up blowing the snow around. Red cardinals stand out against the background of white. Seeking to eat before more snow abounds But when I open the door, they all take flight. When the grandeur of nature is so beautiful outside I still choose to enjoy the warmth of the house inside. A Sonnet By Shelly Fine