Silently the healing snow came, falling
flake by flake on the weeping earth,
But, the grey clouds lost their menace
with its fall, as children called, excited
by a new, cold, playground.
And sledges, dusty from their sleep,
were dragged onto the rising white
carpet of joyful snow. Lanes clogged
by tractor’s muddy wheels, became
bright skating rinks.
The skeletal trees were clothed with
gentle shrouds of white, enveloping
their winter nakedness. The hedges
bowed low with frozen foam in
dazzling light bedecked.
We, roused from our deadened slumber,
lost the sullen ache of being confined
by a silent viral threat, and slowly
began to smile and breathe
welcome to the day.
Shovels scrape along the street, each
wielded by a willing teenager, keen
to build a proud, dustbin, snowman.
There he stands, his jaunty hat and
carrot nose defiant!
Snow lifts our confined lethargy
and makes us laugh again at
simple things. Changing our dull,
grey winter mood, and somehow
makes our spirits sing.