White

 White 

A world transformed in its sleep,

Last days of fall became winter overnight.

Spruce trees dressed for the occasion in their white gowns.

Once a gaunt, leafless maple is now a frosted wonder, snow adorning every twig.

Good-packing snow waits for a snow man to appear.

Bird feeders look like cakes with thick, vanilla frosting.

A  carpet of moonglow-white covers the ground.

And peace pervades the land, a winter stillness.