Snow patters at my windowsill
As if it knows I'm restless still
It speaks soft
As if not to bother
Sings it's tune
So far from sorrow
I wonder if the snow
Fears it's own tomorrow
Whisped away by the northern winds
To end up places it had never been
Yet lay so still
And fall with grace
The snow finds home
In any old place
Each nook and cranny
Every branch and landing
And though it's cold
It's never bitter
It warms my heart
To see the snow this winter