Gently it falls
by Gilbert Burgess
Silently covering roads, trees, sidewalks, and all other matter of earth
It's so soft, light and fluffy. Cold to the touch.
It always brings a smile to my face and a warm, comfort to my soul.
Watching it fall during the evening, from the warmth and comfort of my den is hypnotic.
It take son a glistening, jewel - like appearance as it passes through the arc of the street lights.
When it has stopped everything is still, no cars on the streets, no people walking on the sidewalks.
Only the sparkle of the Earth's new white blanket.