Silent
1. Silent. Snow On the ground. No noise. Not wind. Not Bird. Only the Occasional Dropping of water From the trees. “Da-lop” Large, heavy Beads hitting Deep beds Of white. Then suddenly “Kur-plasch!” A whole Snowball. Cold radiating From the Blinding ground Steaming From mid-day sun Casting Saw blade shadows From cactus fronds On the blank canvas.