Winter's Blanket

Written by: Paula Swanson

With an expectant face turned skyward,
comes a gentle quality that is heard.
Breathing in the crispness all its own,
I watch the hypnotic falling snow.

I smile as delicate feather soft flakes,
drift to sweetly kiss lashes and face.
With my cheeks a cold blushing glow,
a calmness in me begins to grow.

Delivering a blanket of fresh fallen white,
lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice.
Standing still, I listen intently,
to the soft "hush" when snow falls gently.

Paula Swanson

For the contest:  Winter's Blanket
Sponsored by Gail Angel Doyle