The snowfall coats the world
In a blanket of silent wonder
The ice covered branches
Rocking in a whispering breeze
Clinking together
With the sound
Of a thousand
Crystal champaign glasses
Their boughs break the silence
With sharp cracks
As their frozen amber blood
Expands in their lifeless frames
The evergreens bow down
Like so many praying monks
Under their burden
Of sparkling vows of silence
The forest stands lone
In a quiet vigilance
Worshipping the incarnation
That is winter