Snowflakes rushing towards Earth.
A curtain of snow blows every which way.
Sky, dark gray.
Autumn, frozen away.
Snow-covered ground, a sugary two inches.
The cold pinches.
Bites; makes the nose run.
No tiny warmth from a merciful sun.
Wherever you look, it's snowing.
As if, never to stop flowing.
Arctic storm front struts.
The downside to the pretty scenery.
The magic, accumulating rapidly.
Former bare branches; arms hugging snow.
Trees standing in a snow-swirled row.
Flowerpots have snow caps; puffing up like cookie dough.
Blanketed in a Winterwonderland Show.
copyright Donna Hill December 16, 2017