Winter Morn
A frosted, glittering world
greets the sleepy eye
the morning after a blizzard.
A quiet bright world.
an unfamiliar,
muffled white world,
where rooftops glisten
gift-wrapped,
where sidewalks glimmer,
fleece-napped,
where fence posts glister,
snowcapped,
and fir boughs low bow
with the weight of their
sparkling robes.
The backyard is almost edible,
with its gleaming ice-cream
snow drifts,
fancy-iced hedge cakes,
and twinkling tree-stump sundaes—
landscape unforgettable.
The crisp air is alive,
awhirl with a flurry of
shimmering flecks.
Show showers on a sunny winter morn—
A winter reverie newborn.