After the Snowstorm

The quiet after the quiet storm

After the snowstorm
the ground is pure and glistening
and the sky at night
following a day full of snow
looks like dark light
casting a sweetly eerie glow
over the houses so bright and cheerful
roofs seem glad to hold the winter weight
while under frostbitten windows
icicles hang like magical fangs
trees stiff and proud, arch upward
their branches covered in white

It is coldly silent
except for the rare crunch
of tires or footsteps on the street.