SILENCE PROFOUND
Quiet, soft and steady,
Not a sound can be heard,
Not a whisper of the wind,
Not a call of a bird.
A cold stormy night
Let a blanket of snow
And a silence as pure
As a carved cameo.
The snowy ground glistens,
The air smells of pine.
Trees webbed with hoarfrost
Leave a dreamy design.
Nothing compares,
To the beauty of snow,
To the sparkle of frost,
To the clouds hanging low…
Except for the quiet,
The stillness profound,
That floats on the air
And covers the ground.
by Colleen Shelver Keefe
Hope you are enjoying a winterfest. kqd
It's the Women, Not the Men! 
Even in sunny Australia the muffling of sound that accompanies snow is understood but never so eloquently as this delightful poem lyrically describes.
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The muffling of sound is a humbling and sometimes eerie experience. I love the winter and especially when it snows. Hope you can one day experience it too.
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