| The countryside is wrapped this morning,
In a blanket soft, cold and white. The snow that began in the twilight, Continued on through the night. Falling in muffled silence, It tucked in the sleeping earth. Now peacefully all nature will slumber, 'Till gentle spring kindles her rebirth. Tracks in the snow tell a story, Rabbits scurried over the yard in great bounds, A raccoon left hand prints by the creek bed, Stray hounds have been nosing around. Birds queue up by the feeder, As in nations, an order exists, The small and weak wait in subjection, Knowing how futile it would be to resist. Spring rains pattering on the roof tops, Summer sun warming the earth with its glow, Autumn colors transforming the land with their beauty Are less enchanting than is winter's white gentle snow. |