Gone are the leafy camouflaged of trees?
Standing stripped being dusted of snow
Storm roaring and snowflakes dance
Sleet tapping at the windows and
The wind rattling the door
Marshmallow rooftops clinging to the eaves
Smoke rising from the chimney tops
White drifts piled to the mail box top
Yards buried under a white blanket
And trees bend from the heavy snow
Streets clean and white untouched
Or trampled by anyone's feet
The magical silver glittery cameo
Invites many with hats
Coats and mittens
Come play with the snow men