Analysis of Snow

Ice-capped stars scorn
Hidden behind dusty clouds,
Encircled by the imprint of the moon.
The frosty fist of the wind
Solidifies the icy night
Chilling the fingers of moonlight.
Snow’s tongue protrudes
From the belly of the sky.
Teeth shatter and bleed
Frosty pieces plummet,
Like glass they spill
On the frozen earth.
The blizzard is underway.