Snow covered meadow,

Footprints,

Invisible animals

The only signs of life.

How peaceful is winter’s blanket

From behind frosted window pane.

Harshness tempered by modernity

Heat, Wisp of steam

Floral scent of herbal tea filling the air.

Thankful to be witnessing

Beauty and cruelty,

From the comfort of home.

.~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~