Snow Steps

I stand outside, my eyes are closed
Completely covered, hardly an inch exposed
I listen intently to the falling snow
The temperature drops, It’s getting low

I twirl with my arms stretched out wide
Then l reach for you to come to my side
A blanket of snow paints the field white
A soft brush will add art that’s just right

A pillow of new fallen snow is so pure
It reads like a page from a book by John Muir
The sunlight hits the snow covered lake
Creating a sight only nature can make

As silent as snow is when it covers the yard
It squeeks, it crunches, quiet footsteps are hard
Branches droop with the weight from the snow
Silence, squeaks, drooping  – oh, what a show