Snow is falling gently on the spruces
in the dark.
Flurries sparkle as they dance
under porch lights.
Quietly the cold sinks down
close to the ground.
Boots crunch with each step.
Raven wings swoosh overhead.
If snow flakes made sound,
they would create a symphony
and I could stand still to listen.
Instead I go inside.
Except for coffee pecolating,
quietness covers everything.
I watch emerging daylight
reveal forms out of shadows
and wait.
It will be hours
before I can go walking again.
Hopefully, snow will still be
falling gently on the spruces.
