Nagging Nature

Nature knows how faulty our
memory is for her many
choice surprises, however 
predictable they may be. When
dusk falls concluding a day and
dawn creeps beyond our waking
hours we rise to find a world
mystically cleansed, pristine
and white in a startling
transformation that never fails
to please and amaze our
unaccustomed, tardy gaze.
A downy-plush dusting to
shield from fastidious sight
the rude detritus of living
decay sends a frantic note of
survival to woodland creatures
whose consciousness is 
primal whereas we take our
sheltered pleasure in viewing a
white sky whose horizon meets
the crystalline brightness of
a newly wintered landscape.