With its howling winds
and crystline particles,
the winters day unfolds.

It bombards ears,
taunting eyes to take peek.
Its power paints picture
Inside hazy sky landscape.

I stand whispering gratitude
for being observations
behind sheltered walls

With breath my camera I grab
capturing its torrential power.
Its blessing in disguise
that gives hug to land.

And when wind dies
there will be
a rare death celebrated
to be had.
Had to birth
a snowman masterpiece.