Snow Fall

With no wind blowing

It sifts gently down,

Enclosing my world in

A cool white down,

A tenderness of snowing.

It falls and falls like sleep

Till wakeful eyes can close

On all the waste and loss

As peace comes in and flows,

Snow-dreaming what I keep.

Silence assumes the air

And the five senses all

Are wafted on the fall

To somewhere magical

Beyond hope and despair.

There is nothing to do

But drift now, more or less

On some great lovingness,

On something that does bless,

The silent, tender snow.