Snow

january 7, 2010

From God's white palette

it comes

to silence everything.

It falls

in soundless motion

and is captured

by the waiting arms of every tree.

Painted pine boughs kneel.

Lamp posts shimmer.

Crystals kiss my cold lips.

And the air is close and intimate.

My breath floats on

and back to me-

my world transformed.

The earth sighs and swells,

receiving it's blanket for the starless night.