White blanket has enveloped everything,
Hills, ground, trees, roofs of building(s),
Pristine white is a beauty to behold,
Nature’s wonders in the chill and cold.

Seeing the snow fall,
Is like speaking in a drawl,
Leaves me in thrall,
Of nature’s bounty above all.

The breathtaking milieu appeals silently,
Bestowing gifts abundantly,
Revealing power of stopping,
Seeing, sensing and slowing.

New soft snow that gradually lands,
Feels like cold cotton balls in my hands.
Snow ball fights and sledding downhill,
Makes memories of unmatched thrill.

Each season’s bounties are unique,
Cherishing them without critique,
Let’s me appreciate our planet’s blessing,
And nature’s seasonal dressing.