The days are short, the trees shine
glistening from snow cover.
The frosted air, quiet and calm
mirror like the days before.
Flowers dead from the harsh and
relentless effects from that
of thrown snow. Hibernation
leaves animals ready for spring.
Stillness is that a virtue
that the winter has possessed.
Ice dripping from tall pines and firs
to form blades of ice that wait
to pierce the ground that they have
never touched. Birds sing their songs
of life and praise only during
the hours of ten to three
so that they have time to rest
and just be. Soaring high through
the skies, dodging the falling
ice crystals waiting for the
seasons to change. The light will
fade, and a new day will take
its’ frosty and silent place.
