Winter Wonderland

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ A few years ago, I came upon a quaint little town in the middle of nowhere. I stopped my car, awed with the majestical scene before me. At that time, I wasn't writing poetry, but when I saw such an image of light on the snow, I was struck by inspiration. This is the scene as I remember it that day. Through the trees the sunlight filters, glinting off the snow, caressing the water, while water falls noisily nearby. The water twists around, winding, the stream continuing on an endless path, while the rocks remain frozen, solid obstacles. The light is fleeting, so catch it fast, for it shimmers, waning, and the whole forest shimmers too. The snow clinging to the trees won't always be there; and as the sunlight wavers, frost falls soundlessly to the ground.