Snowfall Slowly, softly, it begins to fall,
a blanket of quiet,
every flake a sigh of peace,
transforming the landscape into silence.

I watch, enraptured,
as the familiar world shifts,
every edge softened,
every color muted,
a canvas waiting for the artist’s brush.

In this stillness, I find beauty,
renewal wrapped in white,
where time halts,
and every breath warms the air,
a brief moment of magic.

• Ruth Padel