Divots in the drifts

Moonlight reflecting on fresh fallen snow
Brightening my night dark bed
Silence blanketing me like flannel
And I am warm despite the chill


I will wake in the dark
Hope for a miracle
Disappointment in my bones
The trees heavy with it
Creaking
Snapping


It isn't winter
It never is
I keep waiting for the weather to turn
For sunshine and green things
Growth and renewal springing lithe


But the snow keeps falling
I keep shoveling
My feet leaving divots in the drifts