I love the muffled quiet of snow all around me,
like nestling under a down duvet.
Icicles hang from the roof edge all the way around the house, beautiful.
A gust of wind shakes diamond dust here and then over there.
I’m surrounded with beautiful gems
no one else owns or even sees.
Such beauty, such peace
in a world wracked with such fury and pain.
©2018 Sharron R. McMillan