Midnight after a storm

So peaceful is the outer world
from the panes of my window.
Something I may have missed
had my mind not woken me
at that peculiar midnight hour.

All the footsteps have been silenced.
A cool sheen of white is
unassumingly comforting
in the cold.

The jagged branches of the juniper
have become round in banks of snow.
The moonlight glistens on the surface
and the night is brighter than imagined.