Ode to Snow

Oh, snow, you soft and silent fall,
A hush descends upon us all.
The world transformed, a canvas white,
Where shadows dance in sun’s pale light.

You cloak the boughs in feathery dress,
And drape the hills in gentle grace.
Each twig, a crystal chandelier,
Each blade of grass, a frosted tear.

Your whisper paints the air with chill,
Yet sets the heart aflutter still.
For children’s laughter takes its flight,
On wings of snow, so pure and bright.

In snowball fights and snowmen tall,
You weave a magic, one and all.
Time slows, the world holds its breath,
As footprints etch a path to death.

But fleeting are your icy charms,
A kiss of winter’s fleeting arms.
The sun’s warm gaze, a tender plea,
Will melt your veil, set shadows free.

Yet though you fade, we hold you dear,
A memory whispered, ever near.
For in your hush, in silence deep,
A slumbering world finds winter’s sleep.

So hail, oh snow, you fleeting guest,
A blanket spun, a winter’s crest.
May dreams unfurl in your embrace,
And wake to find a world reborn in space.