by Marc Gunn, December 19, 2004

I took a train through the Swiss Alps and was blown away by the gorgeous whiteness of snow. It left me daydreaming.

Blossoms of white
On frozen trees of brown.
There's a fine powder
Blinding and unwinding
As the soft sun pokes through
The weary winter haze.

A bird lights soft on a branch,
Hard enough to send
A shower of white rain from the branches
Onto my head.

Pure bliss.
Bathing in cold snowy showers
From these wintery flowers
Admidst Europe's white towers.