Glittering Treasure

She's in one of those moods,
unwilling to commit to either
the beneficence of the warming
sun or the exciting drama of
wind and snow whipped into
the atmosphere. That being her
lack of weather clarity, this day
has been one of fierce
brightness, the lamp of heaven
illuminating the snow and ice
festooning the forest until cloud
suddenly darkens the sky to
dusk and myriads of white
fluff twinkles its lazy descent
to cover the landscape below,
then stops as the sun resumes
its sedate place on its throne
in the sky and the settled flakes
that coruscate below gleam
and glitter, the world become
one vast winter treasurehouse.