It snowed in the city overnight.
Now the trees stand proud,
No longer ashamed,
But donning winter white gowns
that sparkle in the sunlight
In all positions they pose:
Upright with energy or
Tipping back to earth to doze.
Even the rocks display frosty tops
as they wiggle away upstream,
where rumour has it, the water’s hot
Hot enough to melt their lovely hats
and mystify their mineral bones.
Inspiring streams gurgle through the chill:
imagining flowing waters finally stilled.
At times eloquent
At times a babbling fool
with musings that go unheard.