The world woke up to whirls of snow
Fluttering from skies and falling slow,
The streets were cloaked in silence, sweet,
The only sound my plodding feet
Paving footprint paths in crisp, cold sheets
Of crackling ice, cool snow and sleet.
And though it’s rather late in year
And most pray for spring to appear,
I felt delight to walk and see
Winter’s final legacy.