Swirling snow caught
in window screens.
A blur of white
shielding my view
of the storm raging outside.
The outline of swaying branches
and the howl of the wind
telling a tale I’m content to ignore
as I sit at my desk and sip my tea.
Grateful for the scent
of newly baked bread 
and the cocoon of comfort
and warmth that shelters us
from the elements outside our door.