Did you see it arrive last night?
Softly, without a sound,
Slipping through the cracks of the world,
As if it were invited in.
It didn’t knock or announce itself,
Just brushed its fingers across the earth,
Replacing chaos with calm,
Turning everything new again.
I stepped outside to greet it—
Felt the chill of its breath,
The crisp stillness it left in its wake.
The kind of quiet that humbles you.
It hides imperfections so gracefully,
Covering what once was jagged
With a smooth, untouched surface,
Like an artist erasing mistakes.
Do you feel how it changes things?
How it slows the pulse of the world?
People tread lighter, quieter,
Afraid to break the fragile spell.
And for a moment, everything is softer,
The air, the ground, even our hearts.
As if it came not just to blanket the earth,
But to remind us: we can start again.
Did you notice it slipping away today?
Melting into puddles and streams,
Its beauty fleeting, but its message clear—
Sometimes, the world needs a fresh coat of stillness.