Footprints in the snow Silence falls over a sleeping town as the icy breeze stills snow starts coming down
‘Tis early on midwinter’s day And Nature is in all her glory Never was a day more perfect Not in any rhyme, or story.
I stand in the snow In the garden that has turned into a world of white. All is silent No birds, no singing crickets Nothing but the tiny bubbling of a frozen creak As its waters battle to flow beneath the ice. There are no colors around me but white