Like dust floating in the warm rays
Beaming through the window
The snow falls sparsely, swaying
In the cold gray winter morning
All across my panoramic view
The flakes cling lightly
To the denuded stems of
Tree branches everywhere
While trunks and branches
Stand out in sharp contrast
To the white chenille stems
Reaching upward from limbs
The tips of the thicket
Along the dry creek's banks
Are white, as though a painter's brush
Stroked heavily across their tops
Drab clouds provide the backdrop
Of this lonesome wintry scene
Giving it a black and white quality
And a feeling quite serene
May 2014
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