Eloquence

The snow fell in almost
matrimonial procession,
Swaying gently side to side -
Blanketing the land in silence,
Making felicity its bride.

At the window looking out,
by moonrise o'er the hill,
Something never stirred there -
Yet I wondered still...

Into the black tree-line of
the frozen forest,
I stared as long as any might -
As if something stared back at me,
Still and hidden from my sight.

I imagined - that Gaea walked there,
Accompanied by wolves and deer,
All peace that I then knew -
Was greater than my fear...