The sky’s light is dim in anticipation.
Flattened grass is dull and crunchy.
The air holds a chill that smells like snow.
I love the energy in Indonesian poet Ahmad Shiddiqi’s “Blessed Blizzard” (found on PoemHunter.com, excerpted below.)
a spirit bursts out of the blue
sings a nostalgic rhyme of winter
about memory in glorious hue
it ascends and never comes back, never
O pour me with silvery snowing!
let’s dive to innocent white icebergs
early morning’s breeze is so inspiring
O love, fill our days with your sparklesPoemHunter.com