Winter's eye is passionate,
seeks defining shapes and patterns in the snow,
sweep of north wind and frozen river,
smoke curling skyward from farmhouse chimneys,
flowing curve of hoary branch and bend of whitened tree,
the glossy brush of ice and crackling frost.
There's a flash of color here and there,
red of cardinal's wing and berried hawthorn,
lacy green of cedar, soaring blue of spruce,
the burnished gold of sleeping willow,
deep indigo of twilight's lengthening shadow
along the fence in its cloak of white.