The early bird

Through the silent night
of snowfall incessant
beauty distilled drop by drop
At dawn,
nature's lawn an angel's playpen
snowflakes return, now and then

Ashened hills, their shadows lost
phantom ghosts of overt trees
skeletal, leafless forking twigs
distanced by win! try whites
in the middle of its own silhouette
stranded...
an oar-less boat is standing set

Plodding steps on hardened ale
Pecking frost, an early bird
is walking the river, a frozen bed
besotted bay falls asleep...
tranquil blues,
spread on glacial patch
the bird has no worms for catch