RC Freeman

Each snowflake joined
With precision and ease
In undisturbed perfection;
A smooth sheet of white,
This breaking morning,
Stretched taught and tight
Down to the edges
Of the unplowed street;
Adjacent homes asleep,
Their slow dancing smoke
Was all my eyes could see;
The sharp sculpting wind
Went calm to a whisper,
Permitting the crackling
Chimney to be heard;
Its gentle fire exposed,
Those burning reminders
Of how many years passed,
Since yesterday.