Something About Snow

There's something about snow, can't quite put my finger on it's show where nature protects the buck and doe in safe retreat from the cold that flows. Creatures scurry as trees begin to shake heavy laden on each naked branch to break; greetings of ice mixed snow and chilly flakes whisper beauty of winter's dance upon the lake. The birds flit left and right in rush to sleep and hide in the covered brush, and in their resting flight unflushed the wood takes on an eerie silenced hush. Not a sound, no foot steps, no tweet or trill falls the squall of heavy flurries stilled, unfolding on the distant covered hills where once seen deer jump and leap with skill. The cold, the silent fall of evening light bares a chilled and frosted night as the earth takes on its pall of white embracing the wood with winter's bite.