Frosty Flurries Flourish

Where frosty flurries flourish Sailing silver clouds stop, Driving drips do nourish Where would-be rains drop Above a timbered tundra land Laden lumber under showy snow, Pretty piles of icy inches expand Wild winter winds bellow below A bathing beauty became the birch And diamond bubbles graced her lap, Sparkling clean, crested a new perch Was on her head a shower cap The pungent pine no longer evergreen With cones of vanilla like ice cream, Veiled in volumes of a scene serene Frosty flurries flourish a January dream.