winter’s mourn created
a white crystal blown by the
northern wind

dismal sky under a blanket of snow
along with empty trees hybernating,
patiently waiting for spring

mother rabbit hopped
back inside the log
to hug her babies

A group of deer
scavenging on the white field
paused and looked up

There were silence
only the buzz of wind.

Even the owl peeked
but then again closed
his heavy eyelids

A gleam of parhelion
dominated winter’s despair

In that moment,
apricity showered a feast of bliss