Touch of a White Brush

 

Stark whiteness returns;
Lawn and porch and wood railings
Frosted like a cake.

 

 

 

My little bird house
Sits like a picture postcard
Waiting for Santa.

Beaten down at last
Proud Pompous vanquished by snow;
Their Spring shine is gone.

Touch of a white brush
And the stumps become old men--
Overnight magic!