The sky shifts colors
growing pale with winter light
and the wind carries a bite
nipping at our skin

Breath fogs the sky
as we step out into the chill
the ground shining like glass
beneath unsteady feet

The flurries begin
their dance across the air
bringing the silence of prayer
to cover the Earth

And a blank canvas is set
a slate purely clean
as our feet find new purchase
upon the dream of snow – Caroline A. Slee