Conquest

Sun claimed this winter day as its very
own, defying the moodily dark days that had
preceded it to rumble their overcast back into
the open blue it positioned its chariot aloft to
dominate. Monopolizing the landscape above
and below shafts of sunlight glance, dance
and glimmer through the bared branches of
the forest canopy. Its brilliant yet restrained
warmth coaxes icy snow burdening cedar
boughs to drip to the forest floor. The
mounded, undulating floor of the forest
purely white crusted with the transparency
of ice, brilliantly yet softly glistening under
the cascading illumination of that moving orb.
Sharp gusts of wind penetrate the fastness of
the frozen forest unable to send cascades of
snow dusted on evergreen boughs in arcane
opaque white veils masquerading as ghosts
relinquishing that formulaic failure of snow's
transformation to frozen water which only the
sun and the sun alone can return to its source.