Snow Falling

SnowFall

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 ].