Winter Tales

Winter

Daylight warmth is nowhere
The sun, in mourning,
But the snow is beautiful.
A spectacle rapt in monochrome:
Subduing the growing darkness
Descending into stillness,
Closing the days to nights;
Icy stars punctuating the skies-
Gentle and serene,
Bare and beautiful.
Life then, becomes slower, calmer
Falling into
A kiss of slumber.