Whisper Hush the Snow Fall

With expectant face turned skyward, a gentle quality that can be heard. I watch the hypnotic, falling snow, breathe in a cleanness, all it's own. I smile as feather soft flakes, sweetly kiss my lashes and face. My cheeks a cold blushing glow, calmness in me begins to grow. A blanket of fresh fallen white, lace upon lace, builds a quilt of ice. Standing still, I listen, intently. The gentle "hush" when snow falls gently.