Snow feathers

Looks like someone is shaking out their down pillow this morning.  Bursts of snow dancing in all directions, swirling and drifting and gently descending.  The cardinal a bright scarlet flash amidst the bare grapevine hung above the white ground.  The house still and the dogs' barking from the neighbors' muted.  The sky a silvered matte describing the lines of bare branches.  The stillness ruffled by passing autos blessedly quickly fading away.