Nor’easter stars weave a warm duvet over ice-kissed earth
Gale winds curl, sketching garlands of heaping snow at my windowsill
A pale gust of steely blue awakens silvery nights
Wintry trees outstretch their lanky, leafless arms across a beryl dusk
Silent shadows stiffen and petrify amidst rimy dew
Upon an opaline hemisphere awakens an enchanted, glacial utopia
Magical, orphic whimsies are born
Flaxen fairies dip their frosted wings in sweetest, sacred light
A snow owl’s fleecy, feathered coat glows beneath an algid, spiced moon
All is a quixotic, mystic dance
Alas, my dreams are ever nestled within a crowning, winter solstice’s parading apogee