White Tumbling Snow

The sun dangles precariously,
like a glowing bell in a sky
silvered with clouds screening
its incandescence, obliterating
warmth, as it silently peals the
message of late winter conflict
between a season almost spent,
insistent on lingering and one
anxious to return the world
to renewal and fecundity.

The indecisive wind, split in
its loyalties, shuffles the clouds
to the sun's beaming gold advantage,
then recalls its bargain with winter
and howls the clouds to close their
silver snow-laden ceiling, while
an icy presence settles gloatingly
over the landscape, draping the
sun behind swirling curtains
of white, tumbling snow.