As Winter Softly Creeps

“The snow did not even whisper its way to earth, but seemed to salt the night with silence.” — Dean Koontz Inhaling quietude, I watch glistening pearls swirling in twilight’s sky. The silence deepens as winter softly creeps into the night beneath a canopy of sparkling stars and the glow of a full pearlescent moon. I fall into slumberland, knowing when I wake, the gray barrenness of the land shall be effaced - replaced by a velvet quilt of white which winter so pristinely has laid down.