Away from the maddening world
in a land with no one else
you arise to a golden sun
to witness a muted wonder.
The only sounds heard
are dropping dollops
escaping snow-covered limbs.
Even the wind refuses to blow
hypnotized by a snowy glow
emanating in the morning light
having white become whiter.
Then, from a thicket
a snowshoe hare appears,
whiskers twitching
breathing air fresher
than a spring daisy.
Further along an obstructed path
a tawny doe advances forward
nibbling on fir tree needles
the only visible fare to eat.
Ole Sol rises a lil further,
adding heat to beaming light
creating cascading waters
that retrace thoroughfares
historically dug slaking
an ocean's longing thirst.
