Winter's Silent Beauty

Alone I sit staring at the cold grey sky All around winter's handiwork so silent so beautiful fills the land Drifting lazily upwards pillars of smoke rise ghost-like from the chimneys On the ground below the freshly fallen snow so quiet, so fragile instils deep peace within my soul Standing alone in the distance a church steeple points majestically towards the sky in silent testimony of its God Nothing stirs - the sparrows have gone to bed this cold winter's evening dreaming pleasant dreams of tomorrow's spring when new life will take form in Nature's world or perhaps they dream of yesterday's summer when they flitted happily from tree to tree dancing in the sunshine so happy to be alive and free Yet, dream on my little friends for even while you dream cold winter must reign a little while longer still blessing the earth with her deep silent beauty --- as now the snow begins to fall once more