WHEN THE SNOW FALLS


  It comes down in shapes that no man can 
  Describe,


  Floating ever so gently, touching the ground, 
  Spreading around.


  Blowing in the wind, layer by layer, it lies 
   Like a Blanket on trees,


  The mountains turn white, cold, with the sound 
  Of quiet late in the night.


  When the snow falls, a snowman exists in yards 
  Across many a land,


  Icicles are found hanging, from where water 
  Drips in a freezing world.


  Rooftops are heavy with a Winter white, sleigh 
  Rides are a beautiful sight,


  When the snow falls, it says that a season of 
   Magic Lives in our thoughts.

                                                         Keith Garrett