A Snowy Landscape

 

A white blanket has been laid on

My home, inert with a bedded silence

The stark silhouette of a winter's eve

Are beneath nature's membrane serene

A moment of suspended reality

In a place which yearned for respite

It came in the night with a relentless flurry

A hazy syndrome of swirling majesty

Settled now in a frozen mould

Caught by a warm whisper of the sun's rays

It dripped in despair despite its strength

Night comes with degrees of frost

To seal its presence under a hovering moon

All about has been gripped by the hand of winter's gloom

With an arm of muscular prowess

No welcome is offered or refreshment given

a brittle celluloid of black and white

do freeze the open shutter