Alone in snow

Standing quite still, I feel the lonely impacts
Of each silvery flake,
Their muted tumbling saturates the sky,
And freezes every breath I take,

Wrapping the lamp lit houses in winters
Boreal teeth,
Throwing icy carpets across the lake,
Winter feels like sleep,                                          

This eerie submergence of spotless white
quietly surrounds me,
The world grows smaller beneath its frigid cloak,
Shifting like the sea,

No mans or ghostly wanderers eyes can find
Me here,
Among the snowdrifts ever-flow,composing peacfull lull,                                                                                                                        

Stifling the sounds of feet,
 
How souls and hours stand still, amid remoteness
And its glow,
The earth spreads out onto powdery hills,
To where the rest of the world must go…