Another Winter’s Eve

Winters eve
The world is quiet 
Robed in blankets of white 
Soft,
Flakes of snow fall, cascading 
One
By 
One 
The only sound
The constant cry of the bitter wind 
Footsteps muffled
Icicles hang 
Like glittering ornaments, 
From every branch and bough
Smoke from the chimneys 
Gently curl into the sky-
An endless grey 
The world is asleep
Resting 
Patiently awaiting spring.