Brush sways heads of browned leaves;
A stark contrast to the brilliant, glazed snow
Shining in the glow of morning sunlight.
From this angle, those twigs seem like
Darkness or shadow.
But shift to the other side and you’ll find
It, like the snow, is fully
~ spontaneously composed by Stan Stewart on the way to Winter Village Bluegrass Festival
~ Poem and photo are Copyright © 2015 by muz4now, inc. All Rights Reserved.