Winter Ice

The usual suspects, bedfellows
of winter, adjourned on a
midwinter day and invited
the sun to join the principals
without whose active
investment that season
would be uninspired lacking
in drama and suspense. Snow
ice and wind had performed
their seasonal functions to
perfection, the prevailing
atmosphere frigid to a fault
the wind throwing its weight
around as usual, whipping
itself to a frenzy over the 
snow-laden landscape, while
the sun accommodated by
asserting that time-honoured
thaw-and-freeze cycle on the 
snowy forest floor transforming
it to the sheer magic of glass.