Wind through the Snow

The frozen wind blows
Through the skeletal trees
And arranges the snow into drifts

A car gutters by
Limping down the road
And grinding to a stop

The driver steps out
Shivering in the wind
Choking on the acrid smoke

The winds on high
Blow clouds cross the moon
Bathing the snow in silver light

In the unexpected light
The man looks past the curb
To the edge of the path
And sees the black forest
Against the bright snow
Admires the contrast
Listens to the quiet
And returns to his car

To wait for the dawn