The Snow Storm
When stars are dim and night is deep,A snowstorm brews on the horizon’s steep.Winds howl like ancient songs,Sweeping lands, fierce and strong.A world enrobed in white’s embrace,Lost landmarks in the storm’s chase.Trees bow low, as if in prayer,Under snow, their burden to bear.Through the blizzard’s muffled veil,Time and space seem tightly scaled.The storm’s dance, a…