Blowing Snow

Drifts everywhere, blown from all-around, like gypsies or bands of travelers ever on vacation. The wind sighs through the trees, adding their foliage of white to a drift at the forest's feet, as the trees dream of spring. Visions of blossoms dance in their head, as their spring break is postponed this year. Birds flit about in contrast to the winter's harsh lack of color- some blending into a trunk, while others remain stark. A flash of red here against the harsh light of the drifts, then it's gone upon wings and currents as the frenzied wind whips up more snow. The swirls it creates move in a hectic, yet peaceful, way. Not a sound could be heard in the muffled expanse of blowing snow. Just the soft sigh of wind, escaping through the trees, reaching out to the heavens.