Blue journal- Day 2 - One Word "Snow"

Blown East by noisy winds as we sleep,
The snow arrived: soft, white, and deep.

It hides the fields, the creek, the sky,
The houses on the other side..

Where are the little birds so busy and merry
Who hide in the bushes and eat the berries?
Where are the berries?

The mail is late, no car engines roar,
No one comes knocking at our door.

We warm the leftovers, make peppermint tea,
And gather around the glowing TV.

We speak of missing activity.....
But actually revel in the privacy.