A Landscape Covered In White

If hadn't been for the chill which made me peak outside, I could have missed out on the thrill of seeing a landscape covered in white. Far beyond the virgin, silent forest of firs, oaks, spruces and maples... grotesque pine trees stand at the entrance as snowflakes weave a soft blanket. Unhappy bluebirds find no melodies... as they did in the previous seasons; even flying is very risky, if not boring, as they land on icy logs, and instead of doing many miles, they limit themselves to yards. At high noon, sunlight doesn't bring relief to trees that easily break as their very heavy branches drip from the thick snow which freezes like teardrops, instantly turning them into sharp, glistening icicles... ah, winter's surliness may seem unpleasant staring at an icy lake! It's warm and cozy being protected by four walls of sturdy bricks, sipping hot chocolate and watching those, thick shards of ice suddenly crumple, making the soaked squirrels scram in surprise... o sweet serendipity, should I go to bed and miss out on winter's tricks?