Our winter's storm blew in last night
As snow fell down without a break
And wind that howled ~ a blizzard born

Awaking to a scene, so white
A blanket quilted, flake by flake
And all was hushed ~ a peaceful morn

The drifts are risen to such height
Like sculptures carved ~ an artist's take
On marble; sanded, smooth and worn

The landscape sparkles ~ blinding bright
All decorated like a cake
With icing swirled and made adorn

A wonderland for grownups' eyes
A playground ~ joyous children's cries!