Midas in Winter


A hesitant dawn, you silence the bells 

And change the scene

with that touch of myth   

that turns every  living thing to ice.


Flakes bristle from every twig,

spicules sparkle like Christmas,

then detach and sink,

swinging through a sunlit sea. 


The trees, decked like brides,

Mock hungry deer with confetti

No celebration here as they clash  

And paw the snow in  their frostration.