Red feathers puffed against ice-crystal,
All is quiet.
White shivers across the grass,
As branches glisten in the morning light -
Roofs blend with the laden sky.
A whisper of breath pierces the spiked-ice air,
A footstep cracks,
Smoke spirals through naked trees
As Nature uncoils from the midnight-ice of night.
As the red-breast tips the branch
To shake away the cold
Lacing the land.
The sharp morning sighs
As the sun kaleidoscopes the white into
Bright, jewel light.
Winter has thrown its cloak