Winter's silent children

Winter silent children

The Moon peeking over the hill.

The ground coverd white.

The trees covered in natures glass the light making the moment just right.

As mother natures silent children play.

The soft glow of light passing through the glass.

I awake to see a sight so pure.

The children of nature right out side of my door.

The wolves that play in such a manner.

That even time won't matter.

The grace and flow of their might howl.

As the fowl fly in the dark of night sky.

My fire still crackles the light soft and kind.

The little flames dancing in moon lit room saying hello to the world for they will slowly die and burn as small little coals too.

My grandson sleeping so tight not rustling or moving.

I grab my paint and my brush.

And start to paint the scene I see from the safeness of my small cabin

Forever the moment will be sacred in my mind and heart.

I share it to the world the scene encased in a picture.

In my cabin on the mountain.

I safely say this frozen paradise is worthy of more then a thousand words and a picture does not even begin to cover it.

My beloved child walks in to see for she has awoken and is is stunned to see the wonders world out side.

She picks up a small hand made quilt and lays it on her son he sits their admiring the view of the calm and quite of the early hours.

She has now seen forever those wolves will always be free.

-Catrock