The new year’s pallet, cold and white; with sparkling blues in dawn’s low light,
windblown snow like frozen dust does dance and swirl in winter’s lust.
Puffed up cardinals, a blaze of red, rust winged hawks gyre overhead.
The gray of squirrels, amongst the trees; tawny deer abed in leaves;
Winter’s not just darks and lights when looking deep at nature’s sights.
Some colors muted, others clear; the first brush strokes of this new year.