A white sheet of nothing and everything.

The frozen breath of silence as

trees lay bare deep in reflection.

Restoration of life resists detection.

The freezing of a heart by the soulless master

for destiny has a pace it can go no faster.

The soft echo of nothing and everything.

Listen carefully to the emptiness

you can hear enchantment sing.

Karen Hayward ©2016

A promised scent.

Conditions are perfect.

The sky a deep navy blue

littered with stars.

The light from a half moon

glowing delicately.

No clouds to offer insulation

as the wet ground from the days

earlier attempts begins to freeze.

The air is cold, crisp, refreshing

to my soul,

and is scented with the soft promise

of snow.


Karen Hayward ©2016