Whiteout

 

For now, awash in white,

The entire land awaits,

A slippery slew will follow,

Until the melt-away floods.

 

As far as eyes can see,

A fair pallid encompasses,

The grass is no longer green

And roads have lost their gray.

 

Piled up, everywhere around,

Mountain loads of snow,

Winter wonderland of yore?

Or is it arctic of the future?

 

Navigating through these,

Feel like amidst glaciers,

Could very well swap shoes,

For a pair of well oiled skis.

 

One of these days will happen,

Discovering what lies beneath,

Spring will unravel it all,

Along with unbridled joys.