In Quiet
 
Snow buries the sound
of footsteps and breath
all softness of touch
and heavy with forgiveness.
 
A blanket of repose,
to cover the spoiled ground,
wiping clean this slate,
to a world of potential and rest
 
Waiting.
Patient.

Not asking to be changed,
a pristine shroud to remind us
that some things are best left,
untouched.