The gift of snow

Snow falls – so quiet, so still.
A blanket on words,
No plans, no arguments can shift its weight,
Frantic limbs stiffen and cool,
Wagging tongues cease –
Just the crunch, crunch of footsteps in white,
And a muffled gasp as some bright new vista greets the eyes.
It’s a new world today,
A world that holds no truck with fast lives,
Tracking here and there in a quest for who-knows-what.
Here we must sit still and find another answer,
This is the gift of snow
As it falls, quiet and still.


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