Whitened World

I sit inside the kitchen 
Warmed from the hearth
As outside in the open
Mother Nature tucks in her Earth
Covering it with a white blanket
And a kiss goodnight 

While others may happily romp in the cold
I am content to simply sit
And watch the masterpiece being painted before me
 Who dared to think that white could come in so many shades?
That the wind would create such smooth brushstrokes?
That even from yards away, the design of a snowflake is still visible?

Each flake dances in the air, falling slowly, twirling as it descends
It lands softly, preserved in its splendor upon the snowbank
Ever grain of sugar on the wonder land
Is shining, sweetening the atmosphere
A treat for children all around the world

As I retreat back into my dwelling
I take one last look out my frosty window
A blanket, smooth and pristine
Sadly, it seems as though all is over, no more snow is falling
I step away, and through the corner of my eye,
I see a tiny snowflake drift slowly down, and rest on top of the drift
Mother natures signature on the picture she has painted for us.