New Canvas (12/29/2000)

White winds break the darkness
Covering the autumn with a clean canvas
No colors tempting sense of sight
All things washed and clean

Birds dance in the snow framed by white
Little paths, reminders of there visit
Water frozen in time with a prism of color
Trees bent by the wait of the winter

Protected from the cold I yearn for its touch
I walk barefoot onto the white blanket of winter
For a split second I can't decide if the snow is hot or cold
What colors will my day choose to paint on this new canvas