Winter time ... past midnight,
A lonely, deserted, distant hill,
Whitest landscape ... purest moonlight.
Breathe quiet and deep ... enjoy the peace,
Be still ... make no movement at all,
Listen intently, ever so gently,
Hush ... you will hear the snow fall.
No sound more profound, orchestrated by God,
Few have such privileged ear,
Snow kisses your face with a veil of white lace,
You are dressed for the concert, my dear.
~ Virginia Ellis ~
