...is what I just did,

the usual sounds of morning hid.

Hush! Can you hear it?

Just barely, if you listen with intent.

I love the sound snow makes,

when it falls on woods and lawn,

not yet quite dawn,

not even chirp of birds,

no intrusion of words,

just me and the falling snow,

no footprints but my own.

What delight,

when snowflakes light

upon the ground.

All the seasons hold such beauty ,

spring and summer and fall.

I love being out in every one,

but right now,

winter most of all.

Growing up in Texas,

snow to me is heaven-sent.