With the snow comes

soft white silence.

To wash away the dark and the noise:

the pressures of life

that play on your mind.

 

It’s a moment of bliss.

 

Then when it melts,

the pressures return:

the dark and the noise

grow once more.

 

But somehow inside,

you’ll always know,

you’ll never forget

the soft white silence:

 

the memory of snow.