Snow falls slowly,
glistening on the hillside in the moonlight.
A gentle wind blows
through the snowcapped evergreens.
Soft. Silent.
The scent of a Christmas dinner floats
From a distant source,
Where a family talks and laughs,
Sharing memories and making more.
But here, it is soft. Silent.
I look to the sky and see
A star shining bright,
Just as it shone long, long ago
To guide Wise Men to where Love’s birth was foretold.
On a night that was soft. Silent.
Great poem and picture!
Thank you for submitting this evocative Christmas poem, Rebecca Faithe! The language that you chose really emulates the idea of softness and silence and pervades the atmosphere you describe. It makes me want to take a walk in nature on a snowy, star-lit evening 🙂