Compressed

The ground now white of colour The green of grass long gone A silent white world beckons The foot prints they lay witness To those uncovered troughs Of formed minefields Mistletoe doorstep kisses Snowmen’s frosted grin Silence wins the day Deepness of white power Lost are worlds now covered We wait for thaw Not tempted is intent The awe of strength is near Unaltered landscape The white authentic mark Of now external world Elaborate imaginary Light cascading darkness Symbolic orchestral divine The ambience Creatures now well hidden For safe retreat they hide No Butterflies here So look upon this different world Surfaces and spaces changed With respect and opportunities