Whispering gently
Quietly
The snow falls
Magically
Blanketing the woods
Rapidly
The wind begins to blow
Whipping the snow around
Rearranging it
Across the ground
Temperatures drop lower
As animals hunker down
Ice begins to form
Turning the white blanket
To dangerous terrain
Tucked inside an ancient house
Peering through
A window pane
An old woman huddles safely
Warming her weary soul
She ponders the simple
Complexity of nature
Serene beauty masking
Treacherous consequences
Should one step the wrong way
She envies the animal’s freedom
As they adapt to the changes
While she is caged for days
Snow whispering, wind howling
Memories fading
E.A. Fussell
01.31.2024
E. A. Fussell 