listen

Listen
To the falling snow,

Gently,
Silently,
Touching the ground.

Each snowflake
Intricate-
Perfectly designed,

Has crystallized
Somewhere in the clouds

And fallen
A million miles,

Simply to land
Here
At my feet.

At journey's end,
Still silence.

Now, hidden
In a drift,

Or melting
On the tongue
Of a rosy-faced child.

Soft
And pure,
And quiet.

Listen
If you can.

Listen and see,
How everything in the world
Is now hidden
In a blanket of white,

A gift
From the heavens above.
The whitest winter sky
So far has fallen.

Now,
Cover me-

Hide me
In your purity.

I have listened
For the sound
Of you,
And found you here,

A voice,
Still and small
And perfect,

In the falling snow.