Silent Night

This poem is for Hannah Fox, a young poet herself, who asked her Auntie Belinda to write her a poem. It doesn't rhyme, but I hope it will do!

It was night, dark night, or so I thought,
But something drew me to the window on my way to bed.
And there to my surprise a snowfall was in process,
A world of wonder that I nearly missed,
My camera quickly found, I flung the window wide,
And in my thin nightclothes I caught my breath.
One shot, two, and then another,
Trying hard to capture the beauty of the night.
Happily I found, that one at least came close,
And I could go at last to bed, content.