Silver snow silently settles on thee,
Who stepped outside to this irenic scene,
Ye ponder yonder laden limb of tree,
And marvel at such grace in strength unseen,
The silence of this place, it comforts thee,
‘Cept hush of crystal breath or creak of boot,
The world is mute, e’en burdened cedar tree,
Too, smoke from cabin flue in hea’en pursuit,
As coil unwinds, the lightness finds ye there,
To loosen lines in now unfurrowed brow,
Ye mull return to warmth of cottage lair,
To arms of he who whispered solemn vow.
When call of mine does reach thy ruddled ear,
Ye turn and smile; the peace you need is here.
- Scott Alexander McKenzie