A Winter's Thoght

Frosted and frigid and rigid enough,
scattered in snowshine and so fine as fluff,
crunching and crackling, pressing so deep,
my feet weigh the night, nigh I way in the sleep.
Quiet and still, still a thought quickly peals,
And moves absent motion, a notion reveals,
And scatters my mind like a new fallen snow,
And silently drifting with no one to know.

Your photography inspired me tonight to write a short poem. I hope you did not mind. Thanks for the inspiration my friend.