Snow covers the land with quiet,
muting the colors of Fall.
Winter’s paintbrush holds a thousand shades of grey.
The days grow shorter, the land lays dormant.
Rest is essential to creation.
Winter will gestate Spring.
Bold as a butterfly’s wing
foliage sears color into our memory
before the white blanket of winter descends.
The roses bow their heads
in respect to winter.
At the edge of a mountain of color
the Christmas trees wait for their season.