Snow began in mordant gray dusk, a silent sprinkle of crystal light twinkle, attaché charm to the simply ordinary.
Purple skies drew black as dreary fought back to obscure winter’s mask of ceramic magique.
Yellow sodium campus lights slow ignite to golden halo bright, their intense, saintly glows casting rivers of shadow and a golden glisten to the snowflakes that fall twisting, in silence, in grace, to present winter's face.
I love the snow (is that because I’m from the south?)