Powdery white snow blanketed the trees
Where boughs beckoned to us so peacefully.
The earth was once green and brought flowers and joy.
Up in the black sky stars can tell us stories.
The cold winter night lasted
But the world was warm in my home,
Covered with quiet snow.
A memory of a rose flickered
And then a whisper of one returned
By firelight, quickened.
Gayle Sweeney
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-winter-night-11/
