The Winterstorm

Her face was pale
Her complexion white
Her coat's tail
Bloacked out the light

It was deep and mystifying
The stars that fell aground
The world was terrifying
Filled with deep silent sound

The sound of whooshing and whirring
It sounded absolutely crazy
Like that of a great beast stirring
Yet quiet enough to amaze me

The snow seemed to have stopped falling
Has it stopped or is it just beginning?
Mother Nature's tone seems to be calling
Like retribution to all of man's sinning

A large boom echoes
A huge drum made of snow
That drum it bellows
A messenger with tales of woe

Attack, power, ripping across the sky
Brutal savagery everywhere
Jolting from those down low to high
Free to abandon, free from care

Tumbling, jostling, moving things
Flurries that scurry
Snow creations like angels with wings
Hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry

Wind howling
Snow all over
Winter Scowling
A cold nova

Violent
Bright
Silent
Light

Is it done?
What's happening?
There's the sun
This is maddening

This is the eye
A calm reprieve
There's the sky
Hardly there to conceive

Storms come and go
Yet this one is here
Wind will howl and blow
The sky a marshy mere

Goodbye to you
While its still calm
While Nature plays too
With us in her palm