Snowy Sunday

Snowflakes awake on a Sunday sunrise,
Swirling in the vivid sky,
dancing to the rhythm of peace,
Until they fall asleep ever so softly on the sill,
Silent and serenely.

I watch them in naive wonder
as they form a lovely painting;
Beds of purity lay upon naked nature,

streams of water are hidden under rinks of gleaming ice.

Snowflakes dance to the rhythm of peace.

As the sun glimmers,

I blow a kiss to my window, concealing this scene with a cloud of air
And draw a heart for the sleeping snow.
This snowy Sunday,

a winter bliss,

my favourite day.