Winter Wonderland

A poem in progress...

Winter Wonderland

Why the wonder?
Could it be
the magical mysterious mist
of fog?

Could it be
the quiet that
occurs
when snow falls?

Could it be
the crystals
when you look
closely
at snowflakes?

Could it be
that the
death of life
to give
birth to new
brings the wonder?


For those of you who are poets...give me feedback, what can I change to make it more powerful? I think one of the most amazing things of winter is that new life comes after what we thought was dead...