A Snow Covered Farm

It is many winters since I was last  here
But they all looked like this one
The old farmhouse is covered with snow.
So sweet and quaint
with the glowing warmth in the windows
welcoming smoke rising from its chimney.
They say the snow brings a purity to the earth
perhaps like a soul in a state of grace.
everywhere is white and pure
the snowflakes taking a respite,
now the stars spangle in the night indigo sky
a full moon watching from above,
lighting the meadow, its furrows
smoothed by last night’s snowfall.
I had seen her again today
White of face as pure as the snow herself
I bent forward to kiss her lips.
They were cold as ice yet the room was warm.
Remembering her sweet warm kisses as she tucked
me in my bed as a child, her face so lovely to me.
It is fitting it has snowed as she leaves us
it will match her own purity of a soul gained
from a lifetime on the land.
Leaving I turn into the Christmas card
scene of the farmhouse in snow.
Whispering softly.
Rest well
I love you mom