snow day

this predicted snow

has blanketed the house in

a hush, it is rarely quiet

inside and out

silhouetted, i see a bunny

dash across the monochrome

of my view

dash is the wrong word

she keeps popping her head

above the bank and then

retreating,

searching or playing

the cars were warned

so there are few to break

this silence as the world

turns lighter with falling

dusk and snow

i am astonished

by this quiet

the melting world

subdued by winter’s

gentle return