THE COLOR OF WINTER

 

Snow reflects the moon in muted white,
while shy and silent black holds heavens tight 
and squeezes the stars to make them shine
on ghostly specters of snow draped pine.

 

Burnished ice has stilled which begins just beneath the
the glacial creek mountains peak,
shyly invisible when clad in their foggy shroud
which slides down the slope to form a cloud.

 

but stubborn cattails hold the
The mill pond below its icy coat will fight rim ice tight,
but loose water speeds down the millers race
to feed the marsh at melting mountain’s base.

 

Snow bowed pines clump in conspiring packs
unified against pine beetles and lumberjacks.
They set their roots deep in ice cracked rock
unfazed by the winds, they most smugly mock.