Silent drifting snowflakes
Touch the face like a mother's kiss.
The nights silence is now a Harbinger
A few stubborn leaves cling tenaciously
To the almost skeleton Silhouette of the trees.
Snowfalls first dusting, frames the World with
Ghostlike outlines with winters artistic brush.
Moonlight drifts from a sad Moon
It's backdrop a sallow winter sky
Gloating for it's victory over
the Weak remnant of late autumn.
A chill wind cuts through the stillness
It's icy fingers grasping the soul.
And once again as Spaceship Earth
Moves along its preordained path.
The slow journey  to a far off springtime
Has just begun.