Landscape in White

A persistent, flickering mist
of snow falls on the naked forest
canopy, minuscule droplets
flash-frozen like stars falling
through the sieve of the lowering
sky divesting itself of its slight
burden of beauty and light.
A languid breeze directs the mist
in white plump drifts to furnish
the winter stage. That is the
aesthetic of the landscape. This
is the practical reality: It is
icy, damp and windy, but our
eyes capture the exquisite arras
as our boots bite deeply into
the plush comforter tending
the sleeping winter forest.