gleaming off the silver snow.
The washed out sky the palest blue;
the clouds with a slight yellow glow.
the trees stand stark, and still, and proud,
The silence settles like a cloud,
So desolate and lonely yet
The most peaceful you’ll ever get.
The gentle breeze blows throught the trees
Dislodging ice from where it lay
the powder snow crunch underfoot
The nip of cold on hand and face
The loneliness of the scene calls
something deep within your bones
the siren song beckons, emplores,
to come and join the scene, alone
Upon the wind rides darker cloud
like black horses galloping
through the sky towards you fast
rushing in, more snow to bring.
Blotting out the azure sky
Swallowing the golden sun
Turns the world a brooding grey
Warning you of what’s to come
And then at once it starts to fall,
floating gently to the ground
A blanket of silence, deathly white,
Falling like stars, earthward bound
The sky is gone amidst the storm,
and sound, unearthly silence reigns
Swirling ice consuming all
sound and sight whilst it sustains
And just as suddenly it’s done
The clouds dissolve, the sun returns
And gleaming white and silver snow
covers all ‘neath cold that burns
All blemishes are gone, erased
vanished neath ivory sheets
Silent and desolate place
perfectly lonely, total peace.
Stories from the city, stories from the sea 