The Sound of Snow

Heavy snow falls.
Slush smells of rain-
Wet pavement.

Grass pokes through
A fresh blanket-
Insulation.

The world,
For once-
Silent. Unmoving.

Still. Unheard.
Frozen-
not forgotten.

No sirens
or screeching tires-
Quiet all around.

Tree limbs
Have yet to bend-
Statuesque. Unburdened.

Bunnies trace paths
Through the snow-
Into the bush.

Distant trees muddled
By fog-
clouds of ice.

Window panes etched
With frost-
Freezing flakes.

Distant flocks
Come to call-
Broken silence…

The world awakes.
Morning breaks-
We’re heard.

We’re here.