As I look out from my front window, There a beautiful site on the ground. Fresh new fallen snow is everywhere, Not one single footprint can be found. Outside in the night there is no sound, Of a car or anyone homeward bound. A wonderful picture so completely still, One thing you will feel is winters chill. Absolute silence filling the winters air, No sound at all can you hear anywhere. A blanket of snow not moved by hand, Not yet touched by animal or any man. The moon makes the new snow glisten, Tilting my head I try once more to listen. Don’t let this mystical night end for me, The captivating winter snow I get to see. Contemplating the snow on the leaves, Covering roofs of houses and the trees. Over there snow kisses my roses I love, Placed there so tenderly by God’s love. I take in a breath at the sight before me, Totally in wonder of the snows majesty. Seeming to twinkle like little shiny stars, Hearing far off a softly strummed guitar. I love all the magic God does provide, His perfect artistry, He does not hide. He keeps showing us in so many ways, For this we shall always sing His praise. © Brenda Sparkman August 1, 2005