Snow

Snow rising over the hills,
To nourish the earthy ground
With radiant splendour,
Later to be covered in a white blanket
Fallen from the skies.

Grey dawn takes hold
While everything becomes buried,
As we look into the snowglobe
That is the world beyond
The windows of the house.

The baking sugar pavement
Lies beside the spectacular icing,
That is daubed upon
The chocolate, earthly ground.

Belching wind blows icing
All around the snowglobe.
A sugary wonderland blows past
Marshmallows skewered on sticks,
Missing only a roaring fire.

The icing sugar snowglobe
Forms the blanket around the world,
Until the roaring fire comes forth
And melts the sugar topping
Until only the cake is left.