In the Mist of Snow

In the Mist of Snow

In the mist of snow,
  Gold sparks fly below the blade
Of no fantasy warrior,
  But hard steel on the flint of road,
A rumbling plow,
  Behemoth in the night, is gone

She is in bed,
  Wishing to skip the long dark night
By closing her eyes,
  Pulling blankets up over her head,
And saying, “I want to cocoon,”
  The restful sounds of sleep come soon

Cold steps outdoors, on the horizon
  Picket trees frame the low clouds glare,
Lit above lamps from the unseen city,
  Skyglow snow, its sushing grows, 
It hushes every sound I know,
  I am the black white noise of snow,
At peace,
  With neither mirth nor woe