|Gently gently the snow has fallen.
|Softly touching the surfaces of bark and seed heads.
|Clinging, for the moment, in time and grace.
|Slight is the wind.
|From the sky to the ground the snow landing soundlessly.
|"Chick Chick Chickadee", says this tiny little snow bird.
|The grayed light defining the most minuet structure.
|Dancing in the garden.
|The tools of summer hibernate under the eaves.
The soundless exhale of the winter time.