A single pane of glass divides <br />Myself from falling snow outside. <br />The first of many falling snows <br />That these white winter skies will know. <br /> <br />And taking then my quiet leave <br />The snow alights on cap and sleeve, <br />While walking slowly up the hill <br />I realize then the world is still <br /> <br />All still except for falling flakes <br />Filling fast the tracks I make. <br />All still except for swelling smiles <br />Growing with the snow in piles. <br /> <br />All still within a quiet mind <br />All still as footprints left behind.<br /><br />william mcgehee<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/silent-snow-3/
