NaPoWriMo 5: Haiku~ landscape of snows

Shifting screen of snow
obscures branch, shrub, gate, statue
The streets line with ghosts

A chilled, windless walk
Muted steps on sterile white
Did God flood with ice?

Pale sun lifts slow sheets,
exposing black-bone branches
Red boots thrust through slush.


“…is it for these reasons that there is such a dumb blankness, full of meaning, in a wide landscape of snows- a colorless, all-color of atheism from which we shrink?” ~~Herman Melville, Moby Dick