We didn't leave the house once
Since the snow piled up for hours.
The cold did wait,
Greeting us with a powdery scene;
Bare branches dusted, making
The trees seem full again. Quiet still.
Cars buried, places closed,
Nowhere to go.
Fireplaces stoked, I know,
I wish I could smell the embers.
Our energized cats,
Miloh and Pixel, perch in the window
Watching the muted snow transform
The view they know familiar.
I hope the cat with the fluffy tail
Is safe inside with its owner.
Maybe now knowing why the sun
Has been asleep,
Leading to this painted day.