A Silent Guest in the Night

Snow has come and stayed,
A silent guest in the night.
Bushes bend with white.












Nine below freezing--
It's feeling like a heat wave.
Where are my sandals?












A vast plane of white;
Thin stalks stickup in the snow--
Break monotony.

With its limbs outstretched
Fir tree embraces the snow.
What else can it do?










Sky is blue lead gray;
Pregnant snow clouds hover low;
Everything is still.











They're white in late Spring,
These puff blooms that won't let go.
Now they're white again.

Belle must really know
How perfect her blackness is
Dashing through the snow.

Sign against the tree
Blankened mute white by the snow.
Its letters have fled.