Winter's Storm

The curtain curtails as it becomes a hazed colored veil covering the reflective gaze of ice-covered snow gale; a glaze ablaze with light dazzled ready to ignite brilliant, blinding, purest incandescent white barely warming from distant glowing sunlight; a gleaming glistening iridescent flow of virgin white an elusive lucid momentary delight in flight lost in a glacial granules thaw of pristine innocent delight; just another February storm laid upon the ground now silent hushed from the stormy rebound of the human plow and all is quiet in the furrows of winter's brow.