This Painted Day

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.