Touch of Winter's Grace

Universe is white;
Small flakes fall in the silence;
The winter solstice.

Another walker;
We stop and chat for a time
Alone in white world.

In a world of white
Darkness defines boundaries;
The stream still courses.

Footsteps are hushed;
The snow blankets all sound;
Even cars whisper.

With elegant bows
Two young pines trees wait to dance
In their new white dress.













With snow tipped fingers
Sumacs pluck at the phone wire;
Hush. You can hear them.

There's no more garbage;
Snow has buried the litter--
Touch of winter's grace.

Stopping to listen:
Only a faint snow clump whoosh
Falling from a tree.

Far in the distance
Someone is walking their dog;
(Or is it a ghost?)











Soft white chimeras
Puff out from their mother trees
And then disappear.