Snow falling Dickensian
Coats the earth picturesque .
The dendrites sharp as glass
Hiss against the stark terrain,
Awaiting crunchy footsteps .

White-noise pointillism
Smears the distance into fog,
Quiets place into mystic
Clarity—lull of mantra .
Touchable, the fuzzy sky
Hanging low sheds more snow
Like a shaking polar bear .

Glassy rime candies the tree
Branches, sharpened by the wind;
The catalogued snowflakes :
Prisms, plates, stars and columns,
Triangles and rosettes
Interlock like rafting ants
As snow feathers gently down
Profound like no summer day .

*[ WSB ]_.