A Blanket Of White
Poem By Kate Wiley
Quiet were the fields in winter white
Silent were the songs of every bird.
Bemused, creation watched the jeweled snow
Come gently, thickly falling, scarcely heard.
Motionless were limbs of stately elms,
The ornamented tree and lowly bush
Covered with a crocheting of lace;
Suspended in a scene of solemn hush.
On the ground there lay a velvet coat
While hidden were the creatures fast below
Finding sheltered comforting of warmth
Deep in burrows blanketed by snow
While in ice adorned as if a castle
Outlines of a brambled cottage rough,
The farm, a paradise, a lovely kingdom
The farmer king of milking and of plough.
Winter, riding by in silver chariot
Saw her work and found that she was pleased
When the flakes had finished their finale
And lay o'er cottage, monarchy and beast.