HUSHED BEAUTY
Last evening storm clouds filled the sky.
A raging blizzard then swept by
And left my driveway piled quite high.
The landscape’s clothed in frosty white
From snow the storm laid down last night.
The sleeping trees, so bleak and bare
Have temporary coats to wear,
Which will be shed with spring’s warm air.
Early blooms near patio decks
Wear icy mufflers ’round their necks
And jaunty little white berets,
While bushes all wear snow toupees
And windows sport white appliques.
The snow-blocked road that nature made
Anticipates a snow-plow’s blade.
It’s early morning without sound . . .
Not from the sky — not from the ground.
After the storm, hushed beauty’s found.
3/2/90 Phyllis DeWitt VanVleck
Hon. Men. … PAW (in Pa)1990