Gleam

Winter white and gleaming,
  sparkles cover the land.
It looks inhabitable, blinding,
  yet you can see the travels
Of the little critters, leaving
  behind depressions in the
Once blanket of soft white,
  cold and still their home.
A brilliance all its own, which
  invites us out to play
In the unique quiet and fall,
  a ghostly, pale image of
What was once there, taken
  in by the cover of darkness,
Which is not dark, but illumine
  by the wonder of night.