A Winter Poem and Reflection

In the stillness of the morning

Snow has fallen all around

No sweet songs of birds calling

They await the suns first rays

Soon the dawn will streak the sky

Colouring it with the warmest glow

Shades of gold fade into softest blue

And tint the snow a pinkish hue

Still no sound can be heard

Just the silence of the snow ...

Poem - Dianne Dawes ... ♥

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I have only had the experience of real snow once in my lifetime; it was many years back in time. I was driving through the New South Wales countryside, a place called Armidale on the New England Highway; a very rural place back then. It was late Winter, early Spring, it was morning and I was driving slowly because of the slippery road. Up ahead I noticed a farm fence close to the road and there sheltered beneath some branches of wattle trees were some sheep with their new lambs close by. They looked so lovely, so I parked my car further along and walked back. It began to snow, these soft white flakes floating down silently from the sky, falling gently on my face and I was catching them in my hands, cool and wet. Such a magical feeling in this place of silence. I walked back to the lambs to get closer, they were a little hesitant at first but as I put my hand out to pat them, they nuzzled at my fingers and started bleating. Their little faces were soft and warm, I had this overwhelming feeling of happiness, it was just wonderful. I do hope I see the magic of the snow again and hear its silence.