Dream work

As the Winter storm approaches 
to cover my world in white 
a blanket pure as fresh picked cotton 
endless in my sight 
 
I shall sit outside my mountain home 
and watch it all unfold 
a foot or more would warm my heart 
if the truest truth be told 
 
See and hear the softest noise 
in each flake's slow descent 
a beautiful word 
or symphony heard 
inspiring event 
 
I will close my eyes in prayer 
as the final flake is falling 
and will be at rest 
when the white is gone 
for this day 
is my calling

White