Immense wet white fluffy frozen patterns
dance slowly down and around near breezeless.
Not in particular haste to cover
harder dense dirty frozen rain remnants.
Of an earlier blanketing before
continuing to mask our dormant soil.
Preception blocked as if peering through gauze
as I sit and watch out cold hazy panes.
At a later time this will all be gone
but a chilling memory of days now past.
With cyclic harmony all will return
barren birthing growing dieing and dead.
Ever floating snow before falling rains
followed by scorching sun and winds of change.
These dancing white frozen emissaries
are but temporary as aren't we all.