Snow

We have upon us,
not a dream, but for such a distance,
cloud like in texture,
and whiter than cream.

It has fallen all about us,
Quite magical I believe.
It glistens and sparkles,
and leaves traces, not otherwise seen.

It comes but once a year,
in silence it appears,
it's presence is clear,
St. Nick is coming here!

So gather all your sleighs,
leaving shovels in dismay...
it's time to revel...
in this display!