Freshly Fallen Snow

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

A blanket of white
Conceals the defiled
Unscathed by the world
So meek and beguiled

Though cold winds blow
And the night seems long
Peace fills the sky
As you hum winter’s song

Soon morning will come
The sun will shine
Mortals will wake
And defile the divine

January 2007