Splendorous Scenes

Sand silent; mud mum; tree-roots petrified, Thick layers of snow dumped like crystal flood dried; Split, the snow rocks melt and moodily flow, Sunless, silently, stumbles and flows slow... Slow flow; then there's another sudden death, Habitats mock at its struggling for breath; Plants and trees stand like spirits of the dead, Moving as though phantoms, all around spread... Heavens break-into tears as though in pain, Thunderous, they fall like torrential rain; As this, like rare guests, arrives once a year, I cherish it, midst frost-chill atmosphere... 24 January 2022