Cold white crisply winter

cold white crisply winter

of an early snowfall,

foot-deep and still snowing;

flakes puffing spiral

onto the settling whiteness

of a climbing drift,

and all the whileaway christmasses

sledge by, rollicking,

waffle-coated, hilltop-slid;

three on one, runners gleaming

steam-crisp breath-clouds,

our boot-clad folk

glove and goggle their way

to freedom in the silence

of a cotton-puff snow.