Ephemeral, the silent snow 
drifts in shallow winter wind
distinct hexagonal feathery flakes 
tumble like opaline dice 
over frozen baize lawns 
and rooftops of tile and slate
the night gloam has been dispelled 
in its place a glistening      silver glow 
has taken root 
floating upwards
toward the       heavens. 

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope you enjoyed it

What are your thoughts on snow? Let me know in the comments..

Take It Easy,

Paul