Stillness fills the meadows near.
Nothing heard but passing deer.
Flakes of snow fall peacefully,
And wind in fancy filigree.
Flurries whirl in storms of white,
They twirl and dance throughout the night.
They wrap the trees in frozen wisps
And turn them all to solid crisps.
And while children, in their beds,
All cozy warm with no regrets,
Are sleeping soundly in the night,
Their parents worry about their plight.
With winter here and no bread found,
Will they make it through unharmed?
Worried whispers prolong the night,
While snow falls in sheets of white