by Brian Troyer

Created on: July 02, 2009

Snow falls on the silent wood.

No sound can be heard.

The snowflakes keep falling,

Caught up in a quiet, swirling dance,

Catching moonlight and throwing it back

In tiny flecks and flashes.

The trees sleep, the world sleeps,

But the snow continues to fall.

A soft, cottony white blanket

Covers the sleeping trees,

The sleeping earth.

The blanket fills the wood

With cold, silent moonlight

As the white face passes between clouds.

Although the earth is covered,

It shivers in the cold.

And the snow continues to fall.

No animal stirs in the silent, sleepy wood.

They are asleep in their holes,

Far away from the chill of the snowy blanket.

The evergreens bear their white burden in silence,

Their heavy boughs bend under the weight,

But still the world sleeps.

And the snow continues to fall.

No hiss of wind,

No toss of flakes by the air.

Tonight, even the wind sleeps.

The calm, still air holds the promise of more snow,

A promise it will not find hard to keep.

The silence and sleep continue.

And the snow continues to fall.

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