A White Screen Descends

The trees are obscured
By thick falling clouds of snow;
A white screen descends.







What simple magic:
A touch of frosting can be;
And the world's a cake.

Chickens love the snow;
They cackle in their warm place.
Who would not chuckle?

Sleet, nor rain, nor snow
Can keep a dog from peeing.
Some things never change.










Bella loves the snow;
Maybe it's the black and white,
A playful contrast.










Stump buddies turn old
With appearance of white bears.
New sagacity.

Bowing white silence:
Fir trees seem to weep snow tears
In blanketed woods.









Through the rusty box
Slashes of windows appear
With whiteness beyond.

Through the falling flakes,
Sound of a faraway train
Passing to silence.