Snow Storm 2015
Silence, nothing but silence. Outside my door,
Nothing recognizable. All is subterfuge.
Whiteness deafening. Even the sky looks foreign.
Colorless, benign, looks like absence.
And yet, beautiful. Nature has spoken and
Her language defies interpretation. It is snow;
And snow covers everything. What Man built,
Having raped Nature, Nature has reclaimed as Her own.
Paradoxically, what looks light and ethereal, is
Heavy and substantial. Outside, tiny evidential footprints;
Creatures having sought food amid the blanketing.
Nothing stirs, nothing moving. No urge to do, to act.
And then, a cardinal, shocking scarlet plumage -
Stark juxtaposition with whiteness. A punctuation
Mark, accenting a sentence on a white page.
A welcome surprise, once observed, then gone
Back into whiteness.
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