Ever so, so silently
From the vast, gray sky, the flakes come
down, down, gently down
And pile so neatly on top of each other.
A blanket of snow some would say --
Hmmph. What's there to see?
But I see
Notice - snow doesn't cover the ground evenly.
It gently follows the contours
so, so, gently.
My eyes look past the vanes
of the windows, frosted with ice.
I see the tree, bare, bold, birds on her branches
in perfect formation to feed
the seed drops down and soils the snow.
I see the chairs on my patio, painted white, like frosting on a cake
left out in the cold
so, very cold.
Artwork by the Mother
unlike any other
her snow paints a fresh
look out my window.