Magic in the Falling Snow

The world holds its breath in a silver hush. Branches bowed in

a frozen blush. The sky lets go with a quiet grace.

And wonder drifts down to touch your face. You feel it rise from the

child you were. A memory wrapped in a woolen blur. When the first

snow falls, the silence sings of candlelight and angel wings. The cold draws

close, but hearts ignite. We huddle in the hush of white.

Breath like smoke in morning's glow. There's magic in the falling snow. Footprints bloom in

a world reborn. Each step a spark in the winter morn'.