Lining quiet streets without shadows,
donning winter coats without collars,
the silent trees bear witness
to all that has come before
and to all that will come again.
Winter’s snow falls upon the Earth
blanketing the soul,
quieting the spirit,
in shades of pristine aloneness
and then we wait.
For the Spring will once again
bring the promises of new born leaves,
baby squirrels, buds and blossoms,
and tiny chirping birds,
forgotten will be this scene of
stark white pure love.