The crunching snow beneath my feet
Breaks the silence of the winter eve.
I hear the patter of beginning sleep
On my evening stroll, as others sleep.
In the moonlight, the fresh snow glistens.
A snowy owl stops and listens.
A scampering mouse becomes his meal
As I head for home, off in the distance.
Poem About A Peaceful Evening Snow
A Winter Eve
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2017 with permission of the Author.
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