Untitled - November 11, 2001

The first snowflakes
fell this evening -
white against
the silvered limbs of naked trees.

A gentle dusting
of white against the window ledges
formed and melts away
even as the next flakes
gather courage to land
once more.

As night deepens,
the dark becomes light
as the shadows are filled
by this layer of softness
that disappears in the morning sun.