by Jean E. Sidinger
A silent night
bore witness to low-slung grey clouds
through which filtered feather-like flakes
hour after quiet hour.
and first light of dawn
revealed a rolling countryside
mantled in pristine white velvet.
Embroidered in zigzag
and feather stitch.
of puffy French knots
joined by contrasting back-stitch.
Miles of exquisite ornamental stitches
connecting the whole.
Keeping nothing in or out.