Winter Musings

A Winter Scene

Winter dresses the hillsides and roads in white

studded with shimmering crystals; bare trees bristle

as brash winds swirl across the land.

Death has swept the gardens clear of color

and greenery with only a bleak stalk poking

up here and there through the blanket of snow.

An old cat scurries across the porch, its fur

quivering in the stormy blast.

All is still –

then a scraping sound pierces the darkness

as a snow plow tunnels the roads, clearing

a path for travelers laden with scarves, ear

muffs, mittens, woolen caps and wraps.

Their breaths blow smoke signals in the air

as they step gingerly into a frozen world.