On Tiny, Soft Padded Feet

It came in the night
On tiny, soft padded feet--
A blanket of white.

 

Pine branches dip down
Under their burden of snow;
They touch the white ground.

 

 

Roaring behind me;
Snow plow grinding on the road
Passes, spitting sand.

 

White capped sentry line--
Guards the empty chicken field.
The hens are silent.

 

A soft cloud of white
Puffs gently down from the tree--
A morning snow burp. 

 

A geyser of snow

Erupts high in the driveway.
What magic is this?

Small plow pickup truck
Daunts the steep deep snow packed hill,
Winding and grinding.

There are just two sounds:
Grinding rattle of snow plows
And the falling snow.