The Downiest of Coverlets

Sullen expectation hangs
on the air like a dark mood
of juvenile irritation, the
landscape rejecting Nature's
indifference to her elements;
cold, wind, icy sleet and snow
pellets recapturing the stage,
just when the climate agreed
to a gentler presentation
relieving the creatures of the
forest from their most current
barrage of inclement events.

But these too are Nature's
creatures and the formulae
of her design are not always
inimical to the preservation
of life. Agreed, then, to descend
from the steel-grey-plated sky
occluded with the the dense
descent of gentle, soft flakes
sans the ferocity of wild wind,
to simply bed the landscape
with the downiest of coverlets.