(sonnet attempt #XXIII)
XXIII
The air is white with steadily falling snow.
Which burying so imperceptibly,
Yet likewise creating in powdering
A landscape familiar yet unknown.
How beautiful the barren world now grows:
As generously frosting delicately
The verdure, trees, as well ev'rything,
Delightful scenery again unfolds.
Great mounds oft oddly-shaped betray th'old scene,
As like a moonscape this new one appears.
White-laced tree skeletons, now clothed serene
Entice the wond'ring eye, no more austere.
Snow leveling the landscape white and clean,
We venture out afresh as pioneers!
17Jan11