The fresh snow falls
On a cool winter’s night
What a peaceful calm
What a relaxing sight

From a slow fall
To a steady stream
The snow collects
And blankets the scene

More and more
The snow compounds
Now the roads are gone
and movement has sound

Up and up
The blanket climbs
Till the rooftops are gone
And the snow is sky high

Here in my room
I sit alone
I stare at this tomb of snow
That I now call home