Winter Reflection

Deep, profound quiet
Cold, so cold you can't breathe
Even the animals are smart enough
To stay someplace warm.

As the late afternoon sun
Paints streaks of grayish blue
And pale mauve on the snow,
A lone bird pecks at the feeder.

Inside the house,
Insulated from the cold,
humans eat, sleep and dream
Of the green, warm days to come.