I am a gentle snowfall
a breeze making me dance
and a cool (not cold) night
by the water.
Do the deer rustle in their sleep
or is that a night prowler
foraging for odds and ends
in the shadows?
Too quiet for melancholy
I cover last week’s snow
with a fresh coat of chilly paint
without a sound.
Not a stirring within or without
To cut the peace apart, so all rest.
