Snow Day

Snow is drifting slowly. Lazily
The white flecks are speckling the grass.
Swirling, dancing, cold and white
Piling on street corners and coating the shrubs,
Making everything wet and icy, freezing on contact.

Gray smoke puffs from chimneys,
Filling the air with a smell of burning wood.
Blending and churning with the cold air,
Mixing and separating and mixing again.
Indifferent to the flakes that the sky spits out.

Tender scene o’ sweet delight and innocence.
Stillness and silence, gentle on the eyes and ears.
Peace and calm without and within.
An equilibrium has been reached.
Flowing together with no disruption.