Out on the river,
snow covers a thin layer of ice.
Clouds lift, skies brighten,
sounds are muffled as day begins,
transformed by a blanket of white.

Even birds are waiting
for the wind to stop,
as small drifts form waves.
The house is like a ship
anchored on a sea of white.

After the storm, the fields
are silent, no footprints yet.
Deer are resting among
islands of hedgerows and fence lines,
landmarks in a sea of white.

Slowly, the house awakens,
warmed by red oak and birch.
Down in the kitchen, coffee is on,
Christmas magic inside and out,
transformed by a blanket of white.

Though I in no way consider myself a poet, I was inspired
to write the preceding poem to go along with the mood in my painting.

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. May you experience the magic of love,
the warmth of family & friends, peace both within and without, and a sense of joy, wonder,
hope & fulfillment, as the season turns and the light slowly begins its return.