Silent Soother

A sonnet I wrote.

Silent Soother

As you wander the cold and vacant lane,
Sad depressing thoughts ail your mind and heart,
But suddenly something abates the pain,
This beautiful thing, like a work of art,
Up in the sky it twirls and spins about,
The cold winter breeze keeping it adrift,
You watch as its vigor slowly dies out,
The wind abates and it looses its lift,
You watch as it falls gently to the ground,
The black of night against it's pure, clean, white,
You watch it land without making a sound,
As you silently trek on through the night,
This one little snowflake affects your whole,
The snow's silent beauty allays your soul,

Author's Note

Tell me what you really think. I like the brutal, hard truth.