Arctic blast of frigid air
Blustery winds; days no longer warm and fair.
Carpet of white blankets the ground;
Descending showers of flakes cascading down.
Elegant snow-laced branches sprout from the bare trees;
Forest now stripped of its lavish autumnal canopy
Grass once green as an emerald jewel
Hidden and withered by winter’s abrupt arrival.
Icicles droop, lengthen and stretch
Jutting downward from the roof’s shingled ledge.
Kelly green leaves no longer seen; absent also
Lemon-tinted foliage with hues of maroon, and burnt amber gold.
Moon, bright and full, keeps watch over the barren land;
Night time sky filled with glistening stars vibrant and grand.
Overlooking the strangely quiet cluster of leafless trees,
Pines tower proudly upward, resolute as ever.
Quiver, they may in the wintry wind’s brutal wake
Resisting the icy claws of the lashing breeze;
Still yet clinging to their needles of jaded green.
Tinted vaulting canvas of heavenly blue basks
Underneath the cold sunlight’s downward view.
Virgin, untouched snowdrifts like perfectly shaped sculptures;
White-capped fields covered with unblemished designs in nature.
Exhilaration and delight capture the
Young at heart and old alike with
Zeal and wonder of winter’s pristine presence
amidst the frigid arctic season.