
A quiet sonwy night
Snow falls silent, brushing the eaves, veiling mortal fires.
The night lies calm, all things hushed—
only the soft murmur of snow drifts through the winter dark,
leaving heaven and earth wrapped in pure peace and stillness.

Snow falls silent, brushing the eaves, veiling mortal fires.
The night lies calm, all things hushed—
only the soft murmur of snow drifts through the winter dark,
leaving heaven and earth wrapped in pure peace and stillness.