Like the soft downy preening of a Mourning dove's wings,
it falls in the night while the night bird sings.
So softly it falls,

White and fluffy,
soft yet hard,
it lays thick and cold
in your own backyard.
More flakes flutter down
to add to what's there,
by

SNOW

(WALKING ON A WINTER MORN)

I love walking on a snowy winter morning,
early, as the dawn breaks forth its light,
dazzling

Snow falls on the world
Time has come and gone
Life is frozen in ice
Immobile in time
Only silence remains.

Beneath the frozen

In cutting winds
The bare trees sway
The snowdrifts building higher
We've fuel enough
But for two days
Yet I'd give all to see