Quiet were the fields in winter white <br />Silent were the songs of every bird. <br />Bemused, creation watched the jeweled snow <br />Come gently, thickly falling, scarcely heard. <br /> <br />Motionless were limbs of stately elms, <br />The ornamented tree and lowly bush <br />Covered with a crocheting of lace; <br />Suspended in a scene of solemn hush. <br /> <br />On the ground there lay a velvet coat <br />While hidden were the creatures fast below <br />Finding sheltered comforting of warmth <br />Deep in burrows blanketed by snow <br /> <br />While in ice adorned as if a castle <br />Outlines of a brambled cottage rough, <br />The farm, a paradise, a lovely kingdom <br />The farmer king of milking and of plough. <br /> <br />Winter, riding by in silver chariot <br />Saw her work and found that she was pleased <br />When the flakes had finished their finale <br />And lay o'er cottage, monarchy and beast.<br /><br />Kate Wiley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-blanket-of-white/
