Sanctuary #3

The snowflakes fly

in early winter air,

lay a white coverlet

over the sparse landscape.

It stills the endless rustle

of dry leaves – brings

a silence and sanctuary

to the unsettled senses.

When the sun returns

it warms the long icicles

which slowly drip from roof.

Although it is not clear

when the next storm

will strike, we can only

wait because the season

has barely begun.

Lainie Senechal