I wakened to whiteness -
Oh, not to carpets of snow
That cover and soften every surface
Hiding all the details
But to the thickest, hardest frost
That some winter wizard had painted
Or sprayed as an icy dusting
Delicately along every single twig
And every blade of grass
Absolute stillness
Not a creature moving
In this changed and silent world
Of monochrome black and white
The leafless branches of trees
Dark sticks, dry and brittle
Frozen silhouettes
Crystalline shapes
Rimed in frost
Their features sharp and jagged
By the coldest hardness
And the clear glassiness of ice
The faintest moisture left in the air
Floating silken gossamer strands
Vague and misty
Thin clouds of a snowman’s breath
Exhaled upon the scene
The distant sky hazy
Almost white itself
Blending with the earth
A dissolved horizon
An under-exposed frame
The under-developed picture
Of a colourless world
Copyright Andy Fawthrop 2012
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