The world quiets beneath a blanket of white
Sounds are muffled 
Time slows
There is no hurry here
The landscape sleeps
Stillness, like a spell
Descends upon all things

My mind wanders about in this peace
Leaving no footprints in the snow
I am freed of my burdens
Allowed to drift like a shade
Below the frosted boughs
Delighting in the joy of winter’s slumber 

-gws