Some winter moments are so quiet, so tender, that they feel like a small blessing falling from the sky.
“The Little Bell of Snowfall” is a poem about one of those moments.
A tiny bell hangs on a silver thread outside the workshop door.
It doesn’t ring loudly.
It doesn’t call for attention.
It chimes only when a warm, heavenly light drifts gently through the frosted air.
Illustration — The Little Bell of Snowfall
The Winter Child Poet steps outside to listen,
and the elves gather around him with wide, glowing eyes.
Together they stand in the soft blue of winter night,
feeling the quiet chime settle on the trees like a touch of light.
This poem is not about grand miracles.
It’s about the quiet ones —
the ones you only notice when your heart slows down,
when the world is still,
and when winter itself begins to speak.
Listen to the full poem tomorrow 26th: https://alkonda.com/2025/11/26/the-poem-of-the-day-45/
