Before the snow came
The night was bluelighted
And the moon, eclipsed.
But the stars compensated.
I could hear them twinkling
As one hears graveyard sighs.
The clouds were heavy in white.
The sky felt their burden.
In the homes fires warmed souls
Lovers embraced
Unaware of the storm
Deepening the skies.
Even the tides swelled with song
Rushing over shells and stones
The moon, its puppeteer
Silvered strings stretched taut.
Before dawn, the snow fell
White dust of God
Blessing all with stillness
Under the veil of Winter Eyes.