Snow Poem.

The sun shines on the wind blown snow,
Bright flashes like falling stars streaking down,
The frost on my window pane reaches upward,
The fresh white cover my view of evergreens,
a quite hush starts as more fluffy snow comes.

There is movement of a traveling coyote,
Padding across the snow covered yard.
Quite the track are covered in a blanket of white,
The sun sets after the movement is done,
Slowly the glowing moon will rise.