for my snow buried friends...

Snowy Morning

Wake
gently this morning
to a different day.
Listen.
There is no bray
of buses,
no brake growls,
no siren howls and
no horns
blow.
There is only
the silence
of a city
hushed
by snow.

- Lilian Moore

poem via "The Golden Book of Poems for the Very Young"

image via rags and tatters