Winter Blue

No star guiding lights.
No moon shinings bright.

Just angelic white
falls in my yard tonight.

Brown weeds are but gone;

So are my boot tracks.

A bright face of white

reflects my yard tonight.

Come morning the squirrel

and my curious wren

will find the snow white

nature gave yard tonight.

Such a simple plan matched

does change my thinking,

and I copy this right-
sensing angels tonight.

Winter blue- aging foe,
our sessions have ended.
They've come bringing light,
eroding our moody nights.

Dull thoughts are but gone;
I'll sweep their boot tracks.

My face mirrors the bright

given my yard tonight.

Come morning the neighbor

and my curious friend,

I shall meet with delight,

same as my yard tonight.