Snowstorm

The snow squall is adamant,
suffocating the atmosphere
in hysterically flocking
clumps of falling snow,
defiant of the equally
insistent efforts of the
indignant sun to make
way for its imperial majesty.
Over the broad expanse of 
the ice-shielded river
snow gently plushes the
river's ice-bound prison.
The triumph of the blizzard's
properties is its wizardly
act, a spontaneous and
amazing exhibition of
magic, no less. Faintly etched
then gone, the urban forest,
vast river, roads and traffic,
high- and low-rise buildings, 
disappeared in an impressively
massive white-out of all
the eye can discern.