Snow plumes sweep from the eaves

in vague window-light.

Ice-coated branches chatter in the dark..

A snowplow walls-in driveways,

yellow beacons flashing.

It's angry scrape cuts through the driving wind.

My home is filled with comforting warmth,

each chink and cranny sealed with virgin snow.

Happy purring cats lie curled in the comforter.

The crimson poinsettia,

vestige of a merry Christmas,

glows in the mellow lamplight.

Rebellious wind whips round the house

lashing snow against the panes,

but we are safe inside.

Snow Drifts

Today, fine white snow sweeps horizontal

                         past my window, in dim winter light.

Tomorrow, bright sun will shine on dazzling

        snow sculpts, curling over haze-blue caverns,

                                               built with mathematical laws

                                                                   only God understands.