you were frost settling on green pastures turned brown from lack of sun, transforming forgotten blades into irresistable gloss.... were traces of ice left by settled night on closed windows, intricately formless, mysterious to surrounding realities.

how silently the cats are walking on snow past my window at night, leaving only delicate pawprints where i search for life.

trees whose limbs ache with the weight of a new beauty also groan with appreciation to the part they play in this mural of your devise.

unexpected winter storms, catching us without wood for a fire and no defense from the cold, bring charcoal skies calling for warm blankets beneath.

and in your snowdrifts i could sleep forever without fear of freezing, kept warm by this constant fall of flakes ...