See into this picture, beyond

Right in front of you,

Snow falling lightly, the trees

That once had leaves, now

Dressed in white is a beautiful

Scene to be.

What was once grass of green, is

Now a blanket of white,

Fences of wood stretched out

In the distance, are covered.

Icicles of many shapes and

Sizes hang from rooftops,

Feel the wind, hear it sing as it

Passes through the land.

The sky has many colors, so

Cold It appears, sitting still,

There are no stars on this night,

Not a moon so bright,

A snow scene can be a most

Beautiful thing, see what might be.

Keith Garrett