A silent
visitor
knocked at night.
Barrenness
transformed to
beautiful.
Awaking
to a world
softly still.
I have been waiting all winter for this to happen. Snow was forecasted to fall overnight. In previous weeks, I woke up excited until I looked out the window and saw brown-gray grass and barren tree limbs. But, this time, I woke to a winter wonderland!
Glancing out the window, rooftops were dusted in white as well as the black pavement of streets. The grass was a blanket of white and the trees looked like someone had dipped them in confectioner's sugar. Everything looked beautiful. The snow had turned our bleak gray and brownish into a world of white brightness. The flakes had softened the world. For the moment, everything was softly still.
Poetry form: Tricube
3 stanzas with 3 lines each. Each line has 3 syllables.
As a Buffalo Bills fan, I think the #3 was on mind this week and last so it brought this poetry form to mind.
