Snow 2

Beneath a misted crescent moon
snow falls to earth without a sound.
It softly quilts the branches bare
and spreads a blanket on the ground.

Then in the first cold light of dawn
the transformation is complete;
A veil of bridal whiteness lies
on field and meadow, road and street.

The distant hills are dressed in white
and sheep seek shelter from the cold,
gathering close to share their warmth
in rocky crags and stone built fold.

A hungry robin waits for crumbs;
leaving his imprints in the snow.
and garden lawns become embossed
with patterns made by thrush and crow.

Then children in their fluttering scarves
shout out with joy, their cheeks aglow.
They slide on sledges down the hill
and don’t come home till light is low.