I woke up this morning to a world covered in white.
Our first snowfall of the season.
I bundled myself up and entered this hushed world , gently, softly, and went for a walk, my shoes crunching, crunching.
Everything was glazed in light. I felt renewed.
…trees glitter like castles of ribbons, the broad fields
smolder with light, a passing
creekbed lies heaped with shining hills;
and though the questions
that have assailed us all day
remain — not a single
answer has been found —
walking out now
into the silence and the light
under the trees,
and through the fields,
feels like one.