Snow Time
Bone chilling freeze covers this gray day.
Clouds accumulate granules that will soon fall
upon frosty lawns. Silence abounds.
Where have all the birds gone as their bath sits frozen?
The honk of traveling Canadians breaks an empty mood.
Tree branches like feathered fans wave
against the gray sky monotony with breathtaking beauty.
Stark trees standing, awaiting the ice
that may crack their limbs.
Anticipation ... slowly, slowly
the air fills with wisps of white
and the flurries begin.
Copyright © Sue Mason | Year Posted 2009
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