Snow
So soft, so quiet, Snow trespassed overnightand brought some cold friends, Frost and Ice.
From dusk to day they played outside,
silvering grass and garden paths, freezing
window panes as well, and when they'd done
tied crystal baubles on spindly twigs, stood back
to watch wood bend then crack and fall.
The moon was just as much to blame
she turned to see and, being entertained,
beamed white, sending bright spot lights
to guide them in this wayward game.
When she changed shifts with an orange sun,
they fled, but the snowman we made at dawn
remains on the lawn, a thinning monument.
Mary Charman-Smith