Late in the evening
snow begins to fall
little insignificant flakes
drapes mountains and homes
lush, pure and calm
like a sea painted white
serene as it flutters
gentle as in sways
In a valley exists a town
a little unheard one
with a dim lit cottage
wildflowers and soft grasses
amidst the mountain range
sits a girl besides the window pane
snow ruffles her dreams
that's her belief
in the loneliness of nights
snow flickers like hope
delighting her yearnings
sharing lost dreams
the silence of snow
talks of untold desires
on petite white flakes
swings endless mysteries.
