snow boldly

ice-capped grounds
whistling winds wreck a whipped white world
as winter’s presence pounds
through the villages to the out-skirts of towns
northern snow and ice make their rounds
tree limbs blown with blustery swirling gusts
a frigid force is found
underneath it all snow boldly becomes the ice
to quench a thirst
to slowly weep
forever fast the snowy banks are buried deep
abandoned branches hold their breath
can barely speak
as tears turn frost upon the bark
remarkable how lovely are the trees
welcoming the holidays with hope and joy and peace
yet
a moment of silence for the homeless and the weak
a silent prayer for those too humbled lost and meek
for those remaining nameless sleeping in the park,
to hide from the hardened wind to shiver in the dark.