The fresh snow fell quietly, stealthily throughout the night
Soft, fluffy and white
It lay upon the cold frigid earth
Covering the imperfections of the ground beneath
Boughs of trees almost became lost with such heaviness of fall
Firs and pines transformed to an end of year season's joyous ball
Long dried-up autumn and summer weeds and flowers
Appeared taller and prouder, boasting a crown of frozen crystals
With snow persisting throughout the whole long day
A promise of a new winter scene along each path and highway
Written at Courtice, Ontario - mid-morning 12th February 2017
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem