The hush of the darkness

on a blanket of snow

covers the treetops over

the village below.

The snowflakes as they're

 falling in the shadows of night

all seem to be dancing

on traces of light.

The bright leaves of autumn

are almost all gone, now

the bluebirds of winter

are singing their song.

Oh,the beauty here that

my eyes behold

is far more majestic

then stories have told.

I stand here in wonder,

I stand here in awe,

as the snowflakes around

me continue to fall.

Each snowflake I want

to hold and embrace,

for the sadness I feel 

as I leave this place.