Snow Falling
In the hush of twilight, snow begins to fall, Softly, gently, it heeds winter's call. Each flake a whisper from the sky's embrace, Adorning the world with ethereal grace. Through the silent streets, it weaves a tale, Of quiet moments beneath the moonlight pale. Trees stand in awe, robed in white, Under the stars, a breathtaking sight. Houses sleep under a quilt so fine, As the snow lays a path, line by line. In the heart of the night, the world seems small, Enchanted, peaceful, in the snowfall. Dawn peeks, with a touch so light, Revealing a realm, pure and bright. In this frozen spell, time does stall, Captured in the beauty of the snow falling.
Summary
Snow Falling poem evokes the serene beauty of snow gently covering the landscape. The poem reflects on the quiet and peaceful atmosphere as snow transforms streets, trees, and houses into a picturesque winter scene. It captures the magical essence of winter nights and the enchanting stillness brought by the first light of dawn over a snow-covered world.
Inspirations Behind
While crafting “Snow Falling,” I was inspired by the tranquil beauty of a winter evening as snow begins its delicate descent. The quiet streets and the soft glow of the moonlight on the snow-filled landscape filled my mind. This poem is a reflection of my own peaceful and contemplative moments, watching the snow create a serene, almost otherworldly scene, where time seems to pause in awe of nature’s gentle touch.
