The pavement’s wet with falling snow
The cobblestones all seem to glow
The streetlamps shine their welcome light
Upon this quiet snowy night.
The flakes drift down no two alike
Afar I hear the muffled strike
As hands upon the town’s tall clock
Declare midnight, tick tock, tick tock.
Quite peaceful as this seems to be
With scant hints of fragility
Tis sad that we may never know
All of the beauty God does show !
Claire V. Bogdanos 