Snowbound Woods

This is a truly radiant day
as how could it not be, snow 
falling in gentle spirals all about us
as we tread softly upon the
cushioned woodland trail
serenity engulfing our senses
scant wind to drive the snow 
or hurl its icy fingers at bare faces
whipping cheeks fiery-red. No,
this day is winter perfection, soon
the sky an ocean of uninterrupted
azure, mounted by the sun
in its full blazing glory, a golden
sparkling diadem on the crowns
of winter-bare trees, no sound
to challenge the peace absorbed
and muffled by the plushness
of snow creating humped
ghosts of stunted trees.