Beneath the cold sunshine’s stark eye

Landscaped decorations of pure crisp white

Feathered snowflakes lay ankle deep

As far as the eye could see

By the house so snug

Ice kisses linger 

Hanging solidly from the bare branches

Glistening pillars of sturdy oak

Dazzling with the frosted gaze

Deer tracks criss-crossed winter’s blanket

Occasional calls of the coyote

In the distance the only sound

In the stillness between there is peace

Time holding its breath

Reluctant to resume its walk

Only a wisp of curling smoke from the stack, says warmth

Inviting in from the cold