A snowfall came at last, a sweet surprise
to sleepy eyes.
It laid deep drifts against the trees,
and blew past windows curtained from the sight.
Against the darkness, purity of white
sashayed across the night with graceful ease,
and primly sat upon the shrubs.
It spread its skirt across the ground
while claiming space without a sound,
and nipped the daffodils’ new forming nubs.
 
In velvet softness, critters stirred
with prudent steps of paws and hooves.
The world has changed
from one they left behind just yesterday.
All landmarks blurred,
seemed rearranged.
But early birds have made their moves
to break their fast where feeders hang
at intervals along the way.
Their thanks so happily they sang.