Ripples of Thought

The snow is falling, falling down,
Slowly gliding, to the ground.
The squirrels are playing, in a winter wonder land,
As deer are running, from the hunting-clad man.
The wind is blowing, snow is in swirls,
Engulfing the children, the boys and the girls.
The beautiful woman, asleep in the room,
She more beautiful now, against the gray gloom.
The silence surrounding, the silence of night,
An infinite peace, An infinite light.

~ by Jonathan Cockrum on Monday, December 28, 2009.