The White Waves of Winter
Snow sweeps in white waves
Builds the quiet deep
A flurry of winter’s best
Lays rest to the hurry fast
Demands a slow down
There’s a welcome in this rest
In the silence of white layers
folding in on the land in
this season’s call to quietude
When living pulls to the center
And the freeze whispers of green’s
Return in the quickening
Toward Spring’s shiver wakening
Not yet ready to melt the white away
For Winter’s hold is hard and slow