While sleeping last night,
unaware of the world awake,
to my homestead
a caller appeared.

Silent and soft,
cautious
not to unveil
this secret presence--

My visitor whispered,
with no intent to rouse me.

I slept
with peaceful perception
knowing
the glow of the hearth

would bring warmth
to my loved ones
tucked tenderly
beneath down comforters.

It was not until
the bluster of morn
did I realize
my caller had come to tarry.

The first snowfall of Winter
had graced my world.

Although I know
bitter winds shall blow
as Winter abides
its calling,

The quiet white
seems to cleanse
Earth's soul
and purify
this morning.