The ground now white of colour
The green of grass long gone
A silent white world beckons

The foot prints they lay witness
To those uncovered troughs
Of formed minefields

Mistletoe doorstep kisses
Snowmen’s frosted grin
Silence wins the day

 Deepness of white power
Lost are worlds now covered
We wait for thaw

Not tempted is intent
The awe of strength is near
Unaltered landscape

The white authentic mark
Of now external world
Elaborate imaginary

Light cascading darkness
Symbolic orchestral divine
The ambience

Creatures now well hidden
For safe retreat they hide
No Butterflies here

So look upon this different world
Surfaces and spaces changed
With respect and opportunities