Winter

Quiet
There is nothing but silence
A calm, easy silence
When the snow piles high
And we sit safe and warm
In our homes on a cold winter's night

Outside the fields are full of snow
Icicles decorate the trees
Catching the gleam from the moonlight

Sleigh-bells jingle in the distance
A merry, laughing sound
But that is all
As the horse draws away
And it is silent again

And we sit
Watching the snow fall
The beauty we call winter


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