The Sky's Parabola

The great parabola of this
winter sky has surrendered
to countless nights of snow
tumbling through the atmosphere
from the cover of grey clouds
unleashing their burden
on the world below.

The landscape a monochrome;
muted, yet dazzling-bright.

Trees and shrubs muffled
in a crystallized flood of
frozen moisture, standing
ghostlike and eerily mounded.
Solemnly beautiful, eye-
graspingly exquisite in bondage
to nature's winter choreograph.

The air is charged with ions
of quiet energy, as ripples
of wind bear down on the
glazed arras. Frozen pads of
snow from overhanging branches
embroidering the underling
blanket of smooth perfection.