Snow is falling

as if it has a purpose

Fluffy flakes are not floating

but are dropped from a

seamless gray sky

Even the blue jays

are silent this morning

as if they are afraid

of disturbing

the thoughtfulness

of the snowfall

The ground has become

pristine once more

the trees donning white pearls

layer upon layer

until the branches are laden

and the earth echoes

a muffled heart beat

I sit here in my comfort

watch a few soft flakes

tap at the window

as if calling me to play

but I will not disturb

the peacefulness

of the moment

I will not

leave my chair

until the end

of day

when

with shovel in hand

I'll make careful

pathways

through

time