Blanketed.
Uncurtained the sight to my wakening eyes
shows outside much lighter today.
Blanketed in shimmering cloak of whitest
grace the countryside
silently gloats over sequinned attack
during the night.
Massed layers of glittering curves
trace nets of laced snowflakes
across leafless limbs, shrubs bend
under cold of white wizardry.
So rarely does this part of Cornwall
get icy wintered like this
chilly-bleached scene that cameras
snap folk fingering glisten before
salt-laden warm air lifts
any chill as Ol\' Sol melts local awe.
.
Wonderland white covers gardens
and fields for a mere
part of morning causing more
than children or dogs
to feel need for rushing outdoors
to touch, roll in or just stop
and make some snowy-stuff balls.