A Soft Veil of White

 

 A soft veil of white
Gliding down past my window
Lays upon the earth.

 

 Ten degrees outside;
In here it's nearly seventy.
I must be crazy.

 

 The road is a blank;
There are no cars upon it.
Winter's silence reigns.

 

 On top of the fence
Small snow cap points the way;
Guided by the wind.

 

There are just two sounds:
Crunching of my feet in snow
And the singing woods.

 

 Creeping like a bug,
Its bright eyes wide and wary--
Stranger in strange land.

 

 Ghost peeks from his shed;
He looks at me and the snow
And goes back inside.

 

My tracks follow me;
What a strange twist it would be
If I followed them.