Watching Snow Fall, Softly Poem by Smoky Hoss

Gentle flakes of snow larger than silver dollars
come decending slowly from heaven above unto earth below.
Nature stands motionless in deft admiration, for
here in the forest stillness is sublime.
The animals, birds and trees absorbed within exalted silence
watch with awe the purity of a fresh-white-calm caressing creation.
There is a tranquil grace in the complete covering
of this crystal canopy.
Everything, everywhere is tacitly touched,
as if saying: ' All is known, all is understood.'

Later the raging forces of storm may arise
with full fury against this temporary picture of peace on earth,
causing chaos and confusion; but, here and now
in this brief visit into the Spirit
of the Garden of Eden, all are divinely granted a glimpse
of the purity and perfection
of the tender dream of God,
given for the hope of all creation.