Transformed

The sky a vast silver grey
dome reaching far below
to caress the forest's 
fall-nuded canopy,
loosing a whitewash
of early snow over
sere grey branches and
soon all horizontal surfaces
are brightened, the
morosely sullen hues
of grey and brown
sifted with a frozen
icing. Tiny kisses of
snow melt on our faces
limp foliage crush
underfoot, layered in
snow. The landscape 
once again magically
winter-transformed.