A Poem by Mariah Maloney

Snow is falling,

Tiny flakes of pale white are dressing the trees.

The windows are frosted,

Tiny fingerprints appearing in view.

Quiet, comforting silence,

And warm beverages in hand, 

Winter is among us.

It graces us with it's beauty,

Frigid and cold.

You look out your window,

and see it all covered in snow.

Leaves are no longer,

And soon life will begin once more.