Icing

Snow blew in over seawind straight from Siberiasnuffed the sounds of night;fox bark, owl hoot, bat flight. Dawn was kind this timemyriad sparkle coloured snowwhite blossom cascading frommy tree. A perfect dusting of sky icelingered on the virgin snow,wires hung heavy insulatedout of sight & the rooftops lost their dowdy lightmorphing to white dove feathersleaving me, wide awake, see throughsnapping at the brink of the year. Determined this time to settle in,bunk down, search for lightdetermined this year to hold my nerve& hang on tight.