The night falls silent, the sky milky gray,
Not a single celestial sighting.
And the cold wind that swirls and teases and plays
Makes the warmth of my fire more inviting.
I wonder if snow is Nature’s relent,
A softening of Winter’s cruel bite?
A beautiful plea bargain, graciously sent
To appease on a cold, frosty night.
[photo/text © Nancy Bond]