Nature's Test Poem by kara towe

Snow flakes floating all around, swirling, blowing, whisking across the ground, traipsing on roofs, cradled in trees, dancing on a blistery breeze, spooling around all in sight, makes for a cold winters’ night.
A blanket of shimmering white raps smoothly, tucking into every edge, every groove, spreads along logs, and laces on the tall dry grass, stretching out and freezing the surface of a lake mass.
Trimming the mountainous rocky cliff faces, dusting even the smallest of places, it drifts into mounds that slows even the swiftest pace, the snow has arrived with a silent grace.
Falling from heaven like crystallized tears of the knowing that spring time has long since gone by, there are so many snow flakes I behold with my eyes.
So beautiful, and yet deadly and cruel as has my body shivers through and through.
A deadly silence consumes all the woods as deer, moose, and elk walk with muffled hooves.
Young trees bow in weighted white, they take on ghostly forms in the night.
The snow mounds on the tops of towering tree crowns as winter's force abounds.
Silvery mist waves in the swirling winds of winter's bliss.
The bitter cold puts all of nature to the test.