I stand on the ridge
Observing the village below
The smell of snow lingering on the breeze
In the distance, the sky turns grey
The impending threat of a squall

Soon, the valley will become serene
Like a painting, glittering with diamonds
As the first snow of the season
Gently falls from the heavens
Each snowflake unique

The undisturbed beauty,
Of the flawless landscape
As the ground is slowly blanketed
By the snowfall
All noise, muted

The view, indescribably enchanting
As the moon begins to rise
On the fresh snow
The glow, illuminating the earth
A glimmering iridescence 

And I continue my watch
Like a silent guardian

© Kristen Ricketts