The distant city lights cast a pale magenta glow, carried here on clouds heavy with snow

Hours of spilling sugar-like flakes give all a cotton candy look

Intricately it applies an icing to every criss-cross in the fence

A look of forlorn is seen on the stately pines as they toil to stay erect under the burden of winter’s play

In the stillness of it’s cloak, a sleeping neighborhood becomes a fairyland of make believe snow castles, blocking winter’s harshness

Only hours……before the spell is broken by proclaimed curses at spinning tires and scraping shovels

The enchantment will return, but only in the early darkened hours…. I shall wait.