As the snow falls in silent cascades,
quietly covering the cars and cans
in a blanched blanket, burying
the ugly and dying in an overlay
of shimmering transient beauties
the light from your window fails
to illuminate the ground
as it is reflected and absorbed
by the night that muffles
the sounds, silencing the world
as we pause in the moment
worlds away no matter how close
we are to one another.