Snowfall
It powders down
onto the heads and shoulders
of men, houses, and horses,
whitens the teeth
of picket fences,
lathers the bristled faces
of Northern forests.
It boughs down
to the outstretched arms
of trees, tongues of children,
the folded wings of sleeping owls.
Confettis down
past millions
of living room, bedroom,
office, train windows,
seen and unseen.
Swirls down
in great silence,
eloquence;
with pure, hushing,
comforting presence.
©Colin Goedecke
January, 2014
by Central Park
New York City