the silent of the night, is so serene
in this cold stillness, flue vapors
tickle the darkness, trails disappear

mounds of snow, piled high
slowly melt from underneath
waiting for the daylight sun
help to nourish the frozen ground

occasionaly, racoons, nights burgulars
slueth silently, scrounging for scraps
naked trees branches, fingers reach
sun's rays flex them in the breeze

patchwork of inkling green and brown
amongst the receding white
dusk of winter, slowly fades
gives way to spring, rebirth