A quilt of snow falls in a patchwork design,
Yesterday’s grasses, the stitches.
Forming aesthetically pleasing lines
Between barren fields and wet ditches.

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]


Author: nancybond

A writer, photographer, naturalist from small town Nova Scotia, Canada.

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