WHEN THE SNOW FALLS AGAIN



 Upon the mountains, a blanket of white is a sight,



 Deer strolling through the woods, under snow filled 
 Trees.


 When the snow falls again, the world seems to become 
 Quiet,


 A stillness that is almost lonely but a different 
 Kind of peace.


 Around a cabin, snow on its roof, a warm fire that 
 Burns inside,


 A yard, a family that lives inside having supper on a 
 December night.


 When the snow falls again, a chilly cold lingers about,
 At times a fog wanders through,


 Many different things come to mind when the snow falls 
 Again.

               Keith Garrett