with the gentle blanketing of snow
a silence embraces the countryside
trees whisper a song of peacefulness
while the sloping hills offer a maze of white;
beckoning to get lost in it's wonderment
tears of icicles drip from the trees
as the sky continues to cry a flurry of cottony white
nature at it's most beautiful
untouched
serene
still
giving freely all the magnificence
a swelling heart and gratified soul
can hold.