Snowfall In soft descent, the snowflakes fall, a whispered hush blankets the land, with crystalline gems that gently call, a winter’s spell by nature’s hand.

Each flake a dream, unique and fair, atop the world, a delicate shroud, transforming all in quiet care, a wonder done, a mind enshrouded.

In this stillness, I find my muse, a fleeting moment where time does freeze, for in the snowfall’s gentle cues, nature speaks with tranquil ease.

• Thomas S P S Munch