SNOW PERCEPTION

Snow Perception   

    

Not a star or a moon,

dark as the inside of a covered hole.

This black night had sounds

of wind moving among

houses and thick trees,

whistling loud and humming low.

Morning light was slow to enter

my world of winter uncertainty.

Suddenly the curtain of light

blasted through my bedroom window.

The woods were covered thick

with shadows of blue

bouncing off dark trees.

Between shadows appeared

a large white dog

that had the appearance

 (c) by Mary Nida Smith

of a timber wolf snooping

for a meal of gray rabbit.

The snow dog stood proud and still.

(c) by Mary Nida Smith

It appeared, as created by snow.

Then quickly, it disappeared

melted below the heat of sunrays.

Only signs it had appeared

were foot prints of a wandering spirit.

                                            © By Mary Nida Smith