Fingers of Winter

The earth is still with winter frost, The forest shines with snow embossed, The rocks now snowed had once been mossed, The clouds all move their snow exhaust. The trees arrayed in garment white, A velvet blackness falls with night, The stars all glow with silver light, As shining diamonds piled bright. The wind, a thief steals clouded breath, The snow burns white, as cold as death, It's icy blast breaches with eath, A biting reign, its shibboleth. The frost filed crystals, clear as ice, The grip of hoarfrost like a vice A rush of cold wind; frank, concise, A winter wonder paradise.