Emily's Snowstorm

A ghostly shade of white that cloaks the ground Of contoured guesswork and ominous mound With flecks of skyward flakes tossed by the storm That frost the gray, obscure the day and change its form Observed within to look beyond a misted window pane Into bitter extremities of ague and blaine A snowbound silence that inhibits the soul And uncertain depth that impedes all goals Struggling iconic beauty that stealthily grows Haphazardly drifting across the moors Confining rugged scene of whitened dune Snowbound and shackled this afternoon To gaze and sit and reflect and ponder The greenery beneath the shroud out yonder