Snow, it can fall from mid-day sky
At dusk or at days new dawn,
Placed gently upon bow and branch
And blankets the frozen lawn.
I have heard the voice of thunder
And flash of bright lightning too.
Thunder snow in the still of night
Stirs the senses through and through.
There’s a storm they call “Nor Easter”.
Fury lies within its breeze.
Strong enough to push snow sideways,
Packing it beneath the eves.
O the snow that flies in the night
When all is quiet and still.
Its magic stirs the wondering eyes
And warms a hearts winter chills.
Yes, how the sound of falling snow
Leave emotions left unsaid.
I’ll bid the busy day goodnight
As I make my way to bed.