Recklessly, with impetuous
abandon, the sky,
bored with the benign passivity
of an oceanic blue
enhanced by that warming, glittering orb,
mounts a clouded coup, marching
dense, white-laden frozen-crystals
absorbed from above to free-fall
to the landscape below.
In one snow squall assault
after another, the known world
vanishes, disguised
as a mysteriously beautiful,
barren place of snow,
ice and sleet
distributed savagely
by the exulting winter wind.
The soft, white-mounded arras,
so latterly littered
with wind-swept, wooded detritus
becomes a pristine
bewitching, forbidding
landscape of northern desolation
and utter splendour.
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