Snow-coated

Snow, like water asleep,
a coded muteness
to baffle all noise,
to stall movement,
still time.
What can it mean
that colourless water
can dream
such depth of white?
We should make the most
of the light.

Good point Mr Armitage, and a quick walk through the park at lunchtime in the sunshine had me skipping back to work in an altogether better frame of mind.
I just love it when trees look like this.