Snow Bound

Another cycle of days to seasons lapsed
once again the world is as silver glass
all life slumbering beneath blankets white
a bold testament to Nature’s might
No more the songbird calls at day’s dawning
the only sound is the snow’s light falling
trees shudder as the wind wails their threnody
defiantly they counter the melody
their skeletal fingers tearing the sky
“though Death surrounds us, we are still alive”