The thickening silence echoes in my ears.

The frosted windows above my bed,

Silky silver wrapped for a friend.

White glow of snow up ahead.

The sprinkles like magic,

Glittering down, in a frozen powder.

"Good morning darling" it said so gently.

As the morning rose it snowed.

The mornings snow, freezing cold.

Not one snow flake better then the rest.

I take a deep breath, inhaleing a burning cold sensation.

I step out side, my bare feet touching the icey white snow.

Here is the Morning's  Snow