Hushing to the Ground

White has descended;
Squirrel shakes the snow off the wire;
My lawn has burst brightness.

Winter's pale and white;
The snow covers everything.
Praise! Hallelujah!

 

No hint of yellow--
Forsythia's coated white.
Spring is hidden now.

Fence posts have white hats;
They don them effortlessly,
Welcoming the snow.

Still, mirror ripples
Beneath the frosted branches.
Stream whispers softly.

Steadfast umbrella:
Sapling captures snow and light,
Simply by standing.

Falling silently,

A clod of snow leaves the branch,
Hushing to the ground.

Sparkles of water
Dot the snow laden branches--
Sun doing its work.