the chimes are still, beyond my will
no wind, no rain. Snow! it came…
dancing, falling, flurries bawling,
whiteness floating, winter’s doting.
the chill is full, put on the wool
shovel out steps of snow’s great depths
so quiet now… Reluctant Tao.
Silence calls, over snow walls.
mare – baltimore blizzard, Feb 2010
seems this surreal stillness of the night, after the snowing stopped, is rather inspiring… :~)