When it snows Everything is beautiful, ...glowing, 
Lightness of the night seems to come from nowhere.
Deafening silence could any minute,
Be shattered by the cry of animals. 
All is peaceful and evil is scarce. 
The snow... Moves on the wind,
 Reminds me of sands on the dunes.
 Each snowflake has a tale to tell,
 Where has it been?
 What has it seen?
 What do I see...
 A world... 
Hidden within our own.

© 1990 Kat J Phillips ~I was 13 years old. 
Artwork © 2022 
"I see… what others refuse to see.
 I am… what others refuse to be" 
Lady Kate Phillips